It is times like these when I feel anguish.
When even the most sensitive of touches stimulate the ghosts of pain.
The scars and marks that adorn my flesh only cage emotions of a darker nature.
It is times like these when I remember the sear of whips upon my back.
Or the cutting edge of blades drawing patterns on my limbs.
Or the glowing burn of metal as it branded me with its cruel rage.
Though most of all, I am reminded of the bodies of my kin lying dead on the floor; decaying while I can only watch with eyes filled with terror and despair and hopelessness.
It is times like these when I can still cry.
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Anguish
Submitted by Theylwe on July 4th, 2013
