Your hands.
Jul. 1st, 2025 07:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I wish you could never do a mess with your hands which have a dirt under your nails.
Your hands were always so agressive towards me, beating me and touching my parts of the body without any gentle, doing behind my back something what makes me vomit.
Your hands became part of other hands, which touched me with presence of to pleasure themselves, not to feel love and connection. Your hands only wanted one thing, very egoistic thing. I was a toy for you, wasn't I?
I wish I could delete your hands, amputate them and eat them. Your hands are nasty, disgusting and terrible. They don't deserve to exist. Your hands are like everyone's hands.
I don't want to feel dirty. Yet I do feel.
I want to wash your hands off. Yet I will never wash them off.
Your hands ruined me.
Your hands were always so agressive towards me, beating me and touching my parts of the body without any gentle, doing behind my back something what makes me vomit.
Your hands became part of other hands, which touched me with presence of to pleasure themselves, not to feel love and connection. Your hands only wanted one thing, very egoistic thing. I was a toy for you, wasn't I?
I wish I could delete your hands, amputate them and eat them. Your hands are nasty, disgusting and terrible. They don't deserve to exist. Your hands are like everyone's hands.
I don't want to feel dirty. Yet I do feel.
I want to wash your hands off. Yet I will never wash them off.
Your hands ruined me.