My legs,
Are my canvas.
My body,
An object.
Like a hotel.
People stay,
Then leave.
To return home.
I will never be home.

I want to run.
I need to get away.
It won’t leave me alone,
It’s always there.
Shouting at me,
Chasing me.

And when it catches me,
It tears away at the wall I built.
The wall that took so much courage,
Love,
Nurturing,
And positivity.

Gone in seconds.

Her body a canvas,
Of her own artwork.
Scars and scribbles,
Cover every inch,
Of this masterpiece.

But he took the tools,
And ripped her in half.
And streaked her with thick,
Heavy, paint.

Leaving her ruined.

How can you sleep in someone’s else’s bed?
Knowing there were endless nights of crying.
Days of sleep and loneliness,
Harming and hurt.

And nights of endless passion,
Loving and happiness.

The wine stains, the blood stains,
Sealed onto the mattress perfectly shaped,
To fit their body.

And there you are,
Abusing the safe haven they have created.

I try to slice the skin,
To cut away my sins.
Praying that with my blood,
My memories would drip out too.
That I would be new, clean.
His touch no longer clinging to my body.
That day no longer a piece of me.

I used to be alive.
But now I am nothing more than a ghost.

And today,
I broke.
My body shook,
My breath deepened.
I lost my voice,
My thoughts.
And I was back,
Back in my past.
Once again.
The hands,
The voice,
I can feel it.
I am there.
I am back,
Back to the beginning,
The beginning of my life long battle.