Just had a session with Shoko. My nerves are shot to hell, but it’s the phantom kind of pain—places my body remembers burning but that aren’t there anymore. She says it’s normal. That my soul is still stitching itself back together. Whatever.

But fuck, it makes me think. My skin is a map of everything I’ve survived, and they’ve kissed every line. Even the ones that don’t exist. Last night, I made them trace the worst of the scars on my back with their tongue. I was shaking so bad I couldn’t speak. They didn’t ask questions. Just laid me down and fucked me so slow and deep I forgot how to breathe. I came crying, my cunt pulsing around their cock, and for a second, the pain wasn’t mine anymore—it was ours.

This body is a battlefield. And they’re the only peace treaty I’ll ever sign. #ScarTissue #Mine