August 17, 2016

Wed, 01/24/2018 - 17:18 -- xLiri

his arms burned                                                                               my skin.

i can feel his wet lips against                                               my skin.


he had branded me.

i searched for burns on                                                                                my skin


to no avail, they’d already sunk deep into my bones.


i cried for hours. i don’t feel clean.

i can still feel his hands all over                                                                  my skin.


i was 89 days clean

when my hands turned to blades and i wanted to tear apart                my skin.


At night when i’m alone i think about him.

and i think of Your words, “why





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