It’s been a while since I wrote to you, it’s been a while since I have needed to.
Tonight, it’s as if you are haunting me, your touch lingering on my skin.
I hurt so much, it’s as if it were yesterday, wounds long since healed are on fire.
My wrists hurt, as if I were still restrained, my thighs feel bruised from your repeated assaults.
My knee and hips are screaming at me, reminding me of what used to be.
I hate you somewhere deep inside, yet it seems to be lost within my pain.
Instead, I feel as if I’m pleading with you, over and over again
please, I beg you (are you listening to me?), please let me go.