my demons are whispering

can’t you hear them

begging for a hit

of you

just a word Sir

just a look Sir

please Sir a touch Sir

I’m crying on the bathroom floor

the tracks on my arms only visible to me

your mind fuck the only drug I need

but you turn away

your attention caught by another

needier

dirty minded little girl

every time I tell myself

this is the last time

until you call

crook your finger

look my way

then I’m waiting

with your ovation

on my knees Sir

awaiting my pleasure

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