Words of Sorrow and Joy

Abuse

I lay here,
In an empty room,
And I close my eyes.

Hands grab my wrists.
They're holding me down.
Harder.
And harder.
The more I struggle,
The harder the grip gets.
Until it feels like it's
cutting through my skin.

Now it's just the bones,
Of my wrists,
That remain.
Just the bones,
Of my body,
Stay put.
Protecting my soul from within,
From the fire that you set,
To my skin,
To my flesh,
To wherever you touched.