Your fingerprints are still visible under my skin.
Your breath can still be felt upon my lips.
Your heart can still be heard beating in my ears.
I can still feel your warmth upon my soul.
It doesn't make anything grow inside me anymore.
I wish I could wash away your nail marks from my skin.
I wish I could breathe freely without your presence upon my neck.
I would welcome silence if it meant the extinguishing of your heart.
I would embrace the cold to be rid of your stifling flame.
All of this is carved into me.
The scars don't stop bleeding.
I wish they would.
- Quiet-Emerald