He knew he was poison to her softness. Knew he couldn’t tame himself enough to save her from himself. The anger that had been by his side forever, now ruled over his head and held the reins to his tongue.
He knew it. Yet, he couldn’t change it.
The viciousness of his days, only dampened somewhat by her gentle smiles, was irritated enough to knock her down and revel in it. His senses, blocked from facing the truths and having epiphanies…only allowed to enjoy the bite of the whip across her skin- the blueness it birthed.
The intrusion became holy and love took a backseat. The abuse came into center stage and her wishes accepted defeat.