I can’t recall the painfull tale, the scar was deeply embedded and left a story to tell.

My emotional pain, was horizontally wrapped my whole being and for every untold story,

I held back my tears.

My body shakes in fear, the brutal shallow hole made by sharp object, tranquillized my lips.

The rough sweeping stroke, we’re like edges of  blades and the soft skin, begun to bleed in mercy.

Burning flesh, for every scourging I received, fourty times fourty slashes to be exact, it went through the skin.

Deeper and deeper, the battered body will no longer heal.

Overwhemingly, I suffered humiliation in front of people who condemn me to death.

Tormented and broken, I endured the agony of what was like a martyrdom,

Every veins in my body, bleeding uncontrollably and I was left,

Naked and deliriously running a fever, in a dark cold room.

My trembling body drained its strength and so worn out.

Tears in my eyes ran dry and cuddled me gently to sleep.

I screamed in my dreams, begging for freedom until,

My voice hushed in silent,

My verdict was final and I am finished.