laying in my bed, entangled in barbed wire and bed sheets. wire spiked into my flesh which begins peeling away layers and exposing muscle as i struggle to escape. the more i move, the more it hurts.
“you have beautiful eyes”, you said, as you cut out my irides with an exacto-knife.
i try to scream, but nothing comes out. it’s as if my brain is incapable of processing this level of pain and is unable to react appropriately. my fingers move frantically around the mattress, looking for something to grasp onto.
“your lips are so soft”, you said, as you bit down on my lower lip with enough force to draw blood.
a pool of sweat in the shape of me on the bed. my senses are heightened and yet my mind is blank.