I remember her smile
so peaceful and meek.

I remember her love
so easy to seek.

I remember her comfort
never needing to peek.

I remember The Cup
the last happy thought

I remember their hands
they never got caught

I remember his* * eyes
so vicious and satanic.

I remember his * voice
filled with profanities.

I remember the *whip
markings stories on my skin.

Stories of this unwanted sin,
inside my soul,
beneath my skin,
they cut my wings,
and these scars continue to sting.

Multiple times I have tried to forget,
but nightmares is all I seem to get.

The stories on my skin are my only friends,
as they do not judge me or pretend.

But I do remember,
I remember it all,
sadly the world will never more
get rid of these stories that circle within,
because we all remember..
remember within