Sleep wrapped me in its arms
but for how long I couldn’t say
it seemed like quite a while
the pierce of the blade was what woke me
but I could not open my eyes
nothing dulled the pain as knife after knife
struck parts of my body
I heard their voices as they each took their piece of me
I was a safe place to inflict pain
everyone knew I wouldn’t say a word
his was the hardest to take
he couldn’t be quick like those before him
he held my hand and pierced me slow
a slow dance between the knife and the wound
as they exchanged I love you's
when he dropped the blade and it echoed across the floor
his lips came close to my ear while he whispered
‘maybe I’ll come back and stop the bleeding’
but his words held no conviction.
so there I was, staining starch white sheets upon a table
waiting to bleed out
each breath echoed each wound yet darkness never came
eventually the sound of another person came into range
I suppose the show wasn’t over
I internally winced and waited for the next knife
but nothing came but a soft voice repeating
‘its ok’
while sewing up my wounds.
it took a long time, perhaps years
to be put back together
some wounds were easy to mend
while others broke through their stitches easily
not all the places fit back perfectly
I will always be a little off balance
soon the tears that streamed from my closed eyes
dried up and left track marks of suffering
when I finally managed to sit up on the table
where I’d fallen so many years ago, I opened my eyes
and caught a glimpse of my mystery savior
before the door swung shut
I could have sworn her shadow
looked just like mine
About the Creator
madison murray
blissfully out of place
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