his arms burned my skin.
i can feel his wet lips against my skin.
he had branded me.
i searched for burns on my skin
to no avail, they’d already sunk deep into my bones.
i cried for hours. i don’t feel clean.
i can still feel his hands all over my skin.
i was 89 days clean
when my hands turned to blades and i wanted to tear apart my skin.
At night when i’m alone i think about him.
and i think of Your words, “why