Warm water runs like red silk against my naked skin
Razors idolized as saviors
Free me
Please
Forced in and out, rough, pain
No noise
Pain
Stop. Stop. Please
Doesn't stop
I feel the damp ground beneath me, the hot air above me
I'm trapped
Someone. Please
I can't form words
Pained grunts and moans fall from my tensed jaw
Just let it be over
Scrape. Scraping my paper skin
Red ink beads on the college-ruled lines
My story is on my skin, but only I can read it
I'm trapped
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry from a Happy World
ŞiirThis is a collection of my own poetry born from living a happy life in a sad world and a sad life in a happy one.
