Skin

There are things they don't tell you 

about the recovery

Things they fail to speak

about the imprints

The mind is a powerful force

blacking out the previous pains

and forgetting even the most 

Innocent of tortures

But the skin...

the skin remembers

It remembers your rough hands

and the bruises left on my throat

The nerve endings never forget

firing pain upon pain

up the synapses to the brain 

that would eventually forget 

And the muscles

never forgot 

how to move

whenever you came near

They always knew to twist and pull

away from your hands

and those legs that could move too fast 

to see what joint

they would connect with first

My mind has forgotten you

has made you into nothing 

but my body will never stop reliving

the pain you caused it.