A single phrase
Burned on the scar it created
A single action
A single thought

"Don't be sad"
My body shakes
The fear of the hit
Worst then the actual strike

"I didn't yell this time"
This time...
Will there be another?
Will I be punished again?
Will I be taken advantage of again?

"Are you you still hurt?"
As if a breath or two
Would fix the scar that's bleeding
The mind went silent
A default protection from the pain

The bones healed
But the mind couldn't
Such a fragile piece of thin ceramic
The cracks are there

Was this a hiccup
Or the beginning of another end?

The knife you hold is very sharp
Will I be cut again
Or will you put it down
My devil in disguise?