Your touch from your fingertips to mine, a careful caress to a child
Soon turned into nails digging under my skin, words deceived me to keeping them in
Your painful grip dragging me down, you told me you loved me while my fingers were bleeding out
A child no more, your grip only got stronger
Nails touching my bone from where skin used to sit
Deceived no more, I struggle in your grip
Your fingers tighten from my cries
Then power came to me from all the lies
I grabbed a knife and cut away your grip
Scars are on me, while your bleeding from the tips
You wither away from a writers bay
Trying to lure in with prayers of sin, a child no more than what I once had been
See me standing above you now!
Your grip is on the floor, far away from your withering hand
©keirabeech
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