I writher in agony,
Feeling the bruises coming to my body.
I try to scream,
But my throat runs dry.
Sobs rip through me,
At an undying pace.
I feel myself being maimed,
My body has been marked painfully.
I smell the sicking musky scent,
He continuously applies.
My sobs are getting worse,
The pain becoming unbearable.
I am numb,
Feeling nothing,
But still feeling everything.
My body is a canvas,
Of multi-colored graffiti.
Bruises scattered here and there,
Repeatedly.
I cannot move easily,
I am moving painfully.
I am hurt,
I’m pained,
Not only physically,
But mentally as well.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
I writher in agony,
Feeling the bruises coming to my body.
I try to scream,
But my throat runs dry.
Sobs rip through me,
At an undying pace.
I feel myself being maimed,
My body has been marked painfully.
I smell the sicking musky scent,
He continuously applies.
My sobs are getting worse,
The pain becoming unbearable.
I am numb,
Feeling nothing,
But still feeling everything.
My body is a canvas,
Of multi-colored graffiti.
Bruises scattered here and there,
Repeatedly.
I cannot move easily,
I am moving painfully.
I am hurt,
I’m pained,
Not only physically,
But mentally as well.
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