You carry and roll of razor wire everywhere you go. Every time you see me you take it out, unroll it carefully and wrap it around me. You watch it cut me and tie it tighter to make the blood flow as I stand there in silence watching you kill me. They tell me thatI should break free of you-of the wire that cuts my skin and slices deep- but the harderI struggle the deeper it cuts. Everywhere I go I can feel it around me and I wonder how nobody can see it. How can nobody see the wire? Can they not see the blood? Can the not see the tears that leave tracks through the scarlet layer that coats me, exposing pale scarred skin beneath? NO, they can't. So I stand in front of you again close my eyes, and wait for you to begin where you left off. You and your razor wire.