THE COLD SEEPS by Amaranth

The cold seeps through the inadequate rag Hissing as I attempt to move my knee again Tears flowing freely down my face From the pain and my own feelings of rejection and failure. Whimpering as he manipulates my swelling knee A stare cast my way, colder than any melting ice Harsh words dig into me Attempts at comfort and understanding I believe. Freezing dripping wet rag pushed harsh against my knee. Causing pain renewed and a new welt across my cheek. Recoiling from the new pain I draw myself into safety and comfort. Where only comfort and care find me The simplest pleasures, the sincerest love. Where I am safe. Deep within me.