My real name

my breath hoping
Its Subtle

‘I can do this’
I think
“shut up” he says
More pain, guess not
I’ve heard eventually

everything goes numb
Seems I am not
privy to that

pleasure
Seconds, Minutes, Hours later

I breath
releaved the Prison of Pain
has subsided
replaced by
a burning I can

handle
I look
down and smile,

“Perfect”
‘What’s next?’