Work Text:
sometimes it's like my skin is splitting
and then he walks in with his sharp words
to rend me open completely
my skin buzzes with too-much-not-enough
and he teases me to the edge of destruction
to beautifully desecrate what i give him
we hurt each other to heal each other
and pull no punches and conceal everything
turning every conversation into hide-and-seek
eyes wide open that say everything necessary
fangs and claws at my belly are dangerous
but my trust in him is greater than my fear
now.