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Don’t you like being afraid?
Neither do I,
But you always make me terrified…
I learned long ago,
That the bruises were how you showed love,
Guess I should get used to it…
The scars I make on my body,
Weren’t because of you,
At least not at first,
I have a tattoo now,
Of a snake,
Weaving around my collarbone…
It took weeks for you to notice it,
And when you did you screamed,
“I never raped you!”
That was true then,
But the tattoo wasn’t for you,
It was for the man who paid her,
Now I guess,
As I lay here,
In this hospital bed,
That you can share the now double headed snake in hell…
