over and over again.
My hands have tired scars, exhausted by trying
to protect what is left. Long slices of leathery, dead skin.
My mouth has long gone silent, it does not need to
prove your breathing self wrong.
Not anymore.
Resistances shattered, Mom's expensive dishes
broken on teeth below my feet.
Where I walk, I feel bitten
by causes long forgotten, whose rebels moved on
stashed their weapons away.
Only you remain.
Why do you do this to me?
But I'll stay and sacrifice it all, take
all torture
like the man I promised I'd be.
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