my black and white nightgown

the white and black flowered nightgown sticks to my skin. open wound pouring out blood, seeping into the white cotton fabric. my legs trembling, but the feeling of ecstasy creeps it way up my body into my brain. the mania slithering its way up to my brain. forcing me to act on my intrusive thoughts. the ones i’ve tried so hard to suppress. but i love the feeling of ecstasy shooting through my body as i complete these tasks. it everything i want. everything i need. 

the white and black flowered nightgown is tumbling in the washer, cleaning the freshly stained fabric. i tried so hard to suppress the urge to cut my pretty porcelain skin, but i just couldn’t. i couldn’t pass up an opportunity to hurt the person i hate most. as i take my white and black nightgown out of the dryer, i feel the heat the fabric places against my body. just like the heat i felt with him on top of me. heaving as i throw the nightgown off my trembling body. remembering how it felt be suffocated by his cologne as he forced his way onto me. i can’t stand it anymore. i need to forget. 

its time to put the white and black nightgown back on. 

just to stain it with my blood.

again.

and again