Natalia Vela

poet and bruja. still checking books out from your local library.

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I Was Whoever He Wanted Me To Be

I’d crawl naked on all fours to him and kneel at his feet when he wanted me to “come here.” I’d play submissive. I’d play dominant to fulfill other cravings. I’d play canvas, and I’d let his belt be the brush he used to fervently stroke each crimson shade with.

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