Escape

Why did you need to hurt me,

what’s the pleasure that you got?
I have to ask the question,
since you did it quite a lot.
I saw your face of anger,
saw it twisted up with rage,
then my heart was hammering,
and dreading the next stage.

I have scars all over me,

at least they can be seen,
the problem is my memories,
they want to be washed clean!
It will not work to probe them,
I can’t trust them till I’m safe.
At least I got away from you,
the chains no longer chafe.

copyright@emmasharn2009