initials everlasting

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my initials 

carved into already bruised skin 

battered by her own harsh hands and jagged words 

now my being resides partially in the skin of another 

my memory - forever trapped

not in beauty and realizations I have forced upon this world 

rather, paled skin

my every mistake she has become aware of 

to be scarred over 

kept pristinely in a prison with bars unbreakable 

no lock 

but a key hangs outside of the door

the key to freedom - or so she thinks 

if she can not cross the hurdles of the pain 

they repeat, "just get over it" 

though she will not erase the pain she has endured 

for I myself am encased within the skin of her 

she who waited till the night grew dark blue 

she who offered me the flag of surrender to exhale serenely 

she who I thought to be of sound conscience 

she

has carved my name beneath all seven layers of her skin 

she 

had let my name let free a deep red ooze 

she, who I do not control

has chosen this. 

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