Numb. Numb to feeling, numb to the situation.

Such a vehement attack

Committed by a once warm soul

The fear which was once buried chronically surfaced.

Cowered in fear reliving the past along with the present.

Twice made brittle, broken without care, beaten blue

Greedy men taking what was not given

Recoiling from the monochrome gaze of their victim
Turned into their original work of art

With her head held high, though a fool she felt,

Walked through the door without a glance back.

Shame coursed her every pulsating vein

Head filled with anxiety for the fray (fight) to come

Standing naked before the mirror, eyes reluctant

To confess truth of the pure brutality experienced

But perfect purple replicas of his fingers left no doubt

He had personally signed his masterpiece

Tears came as the last ounce of control slithered away

Safe for the moment in the arms of a childhood friend

No words were to be found, each attempt lost in a sob

Though her flesh screamed the story color by color

I have lost control.
My world revolves around the ungodly.
With my own hand as my tool, I meet with the Devil.

Consumed by the Hunger for Starvation,
I strive to rid my body of what relinquished nutrition remains

Hand shakes
Throat burns
Eyes, brim with tears
Body faint

over and over
Nothing left to rid.

Do you fault me for my relief?
It is the secret everyone knows, the secret in which no action lies.

"Of course I know, but I will pretend that I don't care if that is what you want"

Will it truly get worse before it can get better?