Jul 31, 2025
When There’s Nothing Left on My Skin
I feel so empty without them. Not bruises for the sake of bruises — but the ones that come from being handled, held down, claimed.
Especially after sex, when my body feels used but not marked… I start to spiral a little. Like something’s been taken without leaving anything behind. Like I was open, raw, begging — and the world just smoothed over the evidence.
It’s not about needing pain. It’s about needing to be kept. Sometimes I want to wake up sore just so I know it wasn’t all in my head. Just so I don’t feel erased again.
