He left me with a stigmata

To surmise, He left me stigmatized.
His vengeance burned against my iced decision.
I felt His malice lick the shackles binding my heart
and I conceded to His whim.

His lust was my rapture-
and I was more than willing to be used-
to be destroyed.

He was like a fiery tornado
resolved to incinerate any shadows of joy I had left
and I let Him
because somewhere in that scalding moment
I fell in love with Him.