As memory above me.

I have been skinned and it’s new flesh

That has grown on meat.

How does it feel to live with you imprinted on my skin?

You strangle me, I cry and beg.

Your touch rips me within.

The fear awakens inside me –

Sensation I’m used to.

It’s not your hands and not your chest yet all I feel is you.

My tears dried off, but pain won't cease.

The wound won’t ever close.

It permanently stained my life – I pray it curses yours.

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