METAMORPHOSIS

 

                                                              Artwork by Yinkore

I met him in a dark place

With fresh wounds and bruises from the beating I’d escaped that year

He cleansed and kissed each wound gently 

Leaving his fingerprint embedded within my skin

With every touch he unlocked a piece of me and always took some for himself 

Till there were only crumbs left, and yet I still let him take what he needed 

Leaving me in debt 

All for what reason, because I wasn’t taught to protect what’s mine at all costs

Or maybe even because I’m mourning the lack of affection my mom gave me from a young age 

So I accept any offers coming my way and he, saw my value and low balled me anyways because he saw the condition I was in

So he figured he could fix me up and make me the perfect person for him

That’s when I drew the line and began to define my love for me

By Laila Smith