One by one
I feel them in my skin
taking over my will
and overpowering my sins.
One by one
I feel them firmly on me
taking away my silence
and echoing your screams.
One by one
I feel them marking my skin
giving me fear and sorrow
while battering my wish.
One by one
I feel them hurting me
giving me your power
and pressing on the weak.
One by one
I feel them on me
like needles and ink
rupturing me
like needles and ink
cutting me.
But all at once
now I feel them leaving me
abandoning me
and pushing me aside.
But all at once
now that you are not touching me
I feel the emptiness that surrounds me
the one that fills me up from within.
But emptiness is now my choice
rather than your fingers
taking ownership of what I own
my arms, my amour and my core.
By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés)
Sept 11th 2014 @ 2:30 pm
20 minutes
CarolinasWords 