Mark of The Beast

The scar forming of your initial is healing now. The skin is tight and when I move, it feels like it is being torn apart. 

A reminder of what you make me feel like. Mutilated, foolish and alone. It doesn’t matter you, I know. It never will. 

I did this because I believed you. You didn’t deserve it but I was so desperate for you. It doesn’t feel like a badge and I don’t belong. It is the mark of the beast.

You are not my savior.


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