nina semen. • for a while it was delicious to kiss him through...

for a while it was delicious to kiss him through his tears. his lips would tremble pitifully beneath mine; his fingers would grasp so tightly at me, searching for the invisible tether that could keep me from leaving. and i would smile.

it felt good, to be the emotionally sadistic one this time. it was how i healed: feeding off of his misery. a succubus, role switching in this new “relationship”. tearing him apart and sucking him dry in an effort to put myself back together, fill myself back up.

i did it until i felt healthy again, realizing deep down that i was even worse off than before. of course it felt much better to be on the dispensing end of the pain this time, but only until i began to hate myself for what i had become. and then —