Rising high

Scars on my body 
Scratched deeply by my fingernails, forced into my skin, a pityful map.

Twisted memories.

 Scratched deep, maitainig perverted control. 

I could focus on the spilling blood, the pain numbs the itching, numbs the echoing pain of thoughtlessly spoken words.

Kept me focused, kept me whole. 

Once upon a time. 

I do love my scars.