Bpd split Stories

Swaddle my sentience with your swears. Hissed out in smoke and sadism. Stabbing my soft spots, Summoning, seducing screams To crawl out my throat, Up a ladder of choked sobs And whimpers. ___ Rung after rung of victimized despair, Your hand, winds itself, beneath My veil and into my hair. Forcing me to my knees. Your sex in my face. “Open that hole,” you command. ___ Your sticky sex oozes apart Like a wound, Bleeding, the...

Brooks was at his wit’s end, between her flashbacks and her mood swings he was running out of options. He dialed the number he was told to dial only in the direst emergencies. And then waited. He’d grabbed a bottle of wine and found a hidden corner in the house, trying not to wince too hard when he heard things crashing and breaking, or her screaming. It was only about twenty to thirty minutes before he arrived. Slipping...