Inconspicuous Wounds

I can still feel him

his fingers pressed against my skin

Piercing into me

permanently engraining my body

I am marked by his touch 

My invisible blood gushing from my inconspicuous wounds 

My mind yearns to forget the memories 

Yet my body holds them inside 

Incapable 

A silent journal

Unable to destroy the painful gripping recollections 

Of moments turned to stone