This is how you remind me…

…of what I really am. Girlmeat. Fuckmeat. Your property to do with as you choose. Fuck me, use me, hurt me, love me, piss on me. It’s all the same to me. I’m yours.

Dear #16

Dear #16, It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of you. You were the boy on the dance floor with all the hot moves. I was the Madonna-wannabe in the tattered lacy skirt, wild hair and big hair bow.  We danced near each other, occasionally brushing a hand or…