Can You Hear Me?

Can you hear me? Can you hear me calling out my love for you. You probably can't I have lost my voice now because of your treatments you give me. I use to have a voice, a voice so soft that even you could not shiver when you heard it. I shiver every time I hear your voice. It makes my throat tickle, my body shivers knowing that I will get to see you, that I will have company. Someone to listen to, someone who can make me feel, even if it is pain.

I can't help but smile, knowing all of this. You are my savior, my lover, my god. To you though, I am simply one of many to you. One of your many woman in this place, I know you care for me the most though because, you visit me the most. Is it out of pity? Or deep down do you love me so much that you want hurt me, destroy me, kill me. This is my only idea of love. Sick love, and I cannot hate it. It is the only interaction I get and I am addicted to it.

Every day I wait in the middle of this blood soaked room. Dragging my remaining fingers of the cuts you have left on me. Remembering each and every event that came with them. One on my arm after I made the absurd decision to defy you. One on my cheek after the fifth time I failed to have a child and, the one I love most. Where my bright blue eye use to be, it is now gone after it was infected after you put a needle into my eye saying it would become more beautiful. I laugh quietly staring at the floor with my remaining eye. "I love you," the words come out mumbled, after you cut off my tongue it has become hard to speak at all these days.

Does he keep my tongue as a treasure? Do you love it? Do you enjoy it in your own sadistic ways?