Bitch

sit and wonder

how many wounds

my innocence healed.

or if you just relished

the sight of first suffocation.

all your future victims

will walk easy on

the slivers of my youth,

holding down the weeds

of your perfected slaughter.

I was poured on dirt

for amusement.

and paid. willingly.

an addict of torment.

thinking weakness could deliver

the Devils from you.