Wounded

I cuddle the night,
Embracing his warm covers
Over my wounded heart

Lonely, broken,
Shuttered,
And bled

That it aches,
Screams,
And sobs

Echoing within,
the corners of my soul,
When I sold me
Into slavery

A bartered exchange,
Of hearts
That you toyed with my own
While I handled yours
With a mother’s hand