By: Katelyn Tijerina
You took me away
To your evil layer
Where you tied me up
And you looked at your arsonal fondly,
You then took up a whip
Feeling the felt it go
Up and down,
Up and down,
You then pressed your warm
barely colluded hands upon my check
You whispered softly
“I am so sorry”
And with that you stood behind me
Carefully took the whip
Whip 1, 2, 3
I screamed and I cried
You came back in front of me
You wiped the tears from my eyes
Looking so lovingly at me
And you said
“No one else would be this kind to you”
You then pondered over your weapons again
This time choosing a scalpel
You cut into me
Enough to bleed
Not enough to kill
My tears hit the ground
And you hugged me and ran your hands
Through my hair
And I couldn’t fight back
Because I didn’t want it want it to stop
Because no one else would be this kind
To me
Picture from; “Cigarette Smoke.” Flickr, 3 Aug. 2008, www.flickr.com/photos/weeping-willow/2728907738.
