You're hand burns me like fire

and you're eyes search me like a chest

filled with bare riches

If only you could guess

the sensation of tears flooding my eyes

or marks forcing imprints into my skin

With every hit I become numb

and the day leaves scars

tighter than your grip

while everyone watches

ignoring my pleas

I stand in guilt 

of which you deceived

I stand there waiting

to cover my body

I stand there waiting

for the next strike 

- hannah :)