Wound

His searing burn curls inside
and makes itself at home
Heart quickening, breath thickening,
a pulsing in my womb
My chest feels the pressure
as he slowly seeps inside
Images of tangled bodies,
darkened places to hide
He curls around me tighter,
unaware of my pain
I cannot bear the weight,
I cannot hold the shame
Begging for sweet mercy,
he let's me slip away
But forever I am wounded
The damages will stay.