The Awakening

Blade so thin you don't feel it slice, until it's carving away a piece of you. With every millimeter exposed to air new agonizing pain, as if someone is stabbing a needle into your over and over and over and over, til there is but only your existence and pain, the only sensation left to you. My back grows wet, and my ears are abused by the sickly, almost slurping like sound of my skin leaving my body and his staggered breath. Every downward slice stealing another piece of my innocence, my perceptions, my personality, my being, my soul. By now my underwear are soaked in my blood, and urine runs down my leg. "Momma ain't coming to save to save you boy." And it don't matter how many ways your dad know how to kill he ain't stopping this. By now I can feel the my pant legs sticking to my skin and as every dead leaf crunches I realize that I can't scream anymore and the pathetic cackling calls for mommy are actually coming from my throat. As my shoes puddle up with my blood and my ears are assaulted by the grizzly sound of nothingness I feel the darkness seep into my bones, and as the chill grips me in its sweet embrace I know there is nothing, shall be nothing, and I am created of nothing for my tears dried up long ago.