It Knows by Naomi

My body knows a pain within,
it draws it out upon my skin.

Upon my wrists I’m forced to see,
how hard the ropes have pulled on me.
The red marks on my knee they label,
how pressure burns pressed on a table.

Redness on my thighs submit,
a full-grown man just won’t fit.
That shooting pain within my clit,
knows where a needle should not sit.

My itching legs they surely know,
where that semen should not go.
My ankle’s pain cannot atone,
the deepness of being all alone.

My body knows a pain within,
my body knows the other’s sin.