Bound

skin trails mine

scaring heat seethes

foreign hands

slink across

everyplace of contact

leaving little burns

for me to see

when I wake

marks that don’t

wash away

with soap

or heat

marks I still

feel every time

I touch

my scars

every time I ask

what is sleep

is it when

hands creep

you can’t see

can’t prove

is it a squeeze

to the wrist

a scream

in the ear

a thin trail

of blood

how far

can I go

when I don’t know

where I’ve been

when I’m bound

by hands

by hands

I never saw

by hands

I never felt

by hands

I still feel

by hands

I still fear