Stitches etched across my flesh,
Droplets of scarlet ozzing out of my skin
The more I move
The more I bleed
The more pain I feel
The further hope seems to be
Knotted and entangled to a wall of
Misery
I am bound by silken chains that
Dig into my skin
Split my flesh
Control my
World
I drag on, screaming and crying
Trying to free myself
Wondering
What is freedom?
Wounds are open
Fresh cuts flooding out my blood
My pain
So...
Powerful....
Ninety nine stitches
Snapping free from me
Ninety nine slices
Free to bleed
One last anchor
Holding my ankle with its flimsy
But strong
Grip
One last anchor
One more cut
Another hundred drops of vampire wine
But the agony...
So....
Miserable.....
Author notes
One stitch... Holding me back..... Should I remain bound, or snap it off and wander in pain and confusion?.....
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