Sinful
Your bruises are obvious. I wish you would cover them. I know you are only showing me my mistakes, hoping I will right my wrongs. But, my darling, you have forgotten that I am the dark monster under your bed. You have nowhere to hide when I scratch at the door, and nowhere to run in the four walls we call home. You are no longer safe with me. But you stay. I feel disgust looking at the marks I've left upon that beautiful ivory skin of yours. Oh, darling, why won't you leave me?
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