For The Last of Me

I am
Deserted.
No,
But oh, how I long to be.
I feel the heat of your breath trickle down my neck,
Coating every tiny hair on my body with your putrid words.
The vellus clings desperately to my frozen skin
Like permanent hooks,
With me until death.

Filthy.

I am
In the dark.
No,
Everyone sees me.
Your fingers feel like prickles as they caress my shaking limbs.
Vomit is making its way up to my trembling lips.
Don’t do it,
Don’t do it,
Don’t do it.
You dare ask to place your hand in there.
I bash the inside of my own skull.
I eat my own brain in fear.

Suffer.

I am
Drowning.
No,
I still breathe.
As you look down upon me,
Your eyes bleed pure malevolence.
Droplets of evil mix with my tears
And eat away at my flesh like acidic rain.
My beauty, my smile , my courage
All disappear in your disgusting presence.

Oh,
I am weak.
No,
Because I am still here.
Ever silent,
Like the last petal of the aging rose
Drifting down the river.
She’s innocent I swear!
Secrets swimming lonely
For the last of me,
Until death.
Silent, hurting, but still here.