The cycle of Abuse
Kisses. Screams. Struggle. Darkness. Sweat. Grunts. Thrusts. A deafening silence and a bucket of tears. You slowly stand in pain. Gasping as the realization of shame dawns upon you. There is something else. Ha! I remember. Feelings in their multitudes rushing into your head. You feel Dirty. Cheap. Used. Unclean. Angry. Betrayed but most of all Dirty. Your hand reaches