I’ve gotten used to feeling you As memory above me. I have been skinned and it’s new flesh That has grown on meat. How does it feel to live with you imprinted on my skin? You strangle me, I cry and beg. Your touch rips me within. The fear awakens inside me – Sensation I’m used to. It’s not your hands and not your chest yet all I feel is you. My tears dried off, but pain won't cease. The wound won’t ever close. It permanently stained my life – I pray it curses yours. Telegram-канал с моими работами: https://t.me/whatvladasaid