She feeds them with tearing,
Torn skin and oozing blood.
Every second of pain
In exchange for an ounce of relief,
Peace, tranquility.

When they were satiated,
They no longer dog her.
Or hound her.
Or pry open her wound and
Fiddled her mind
With their fingers.

When they were satisfied,
They no longer sap her spirits
Or her energy
Or her soul.

When they were satiated,
She was happy.