At times when you're not watching, I roam into the dense forest to kneel by the river. I look over my shoulder to make sure you don't pry; that's when I begin to wash the blood from the wounds on my body. I reach into the river and pull out tiny flowers, each of them dyed a unique blood-red. Carefully, I thread them into my scars and begin to sew them up in hope that they won't open again. But we both know, the raw scars you left on my body go much deeper than my flesh. They cut into my soul, numbing my love for you and at the same time, setting me alight with pain. You don't care. You know you own me and I am bound to you by my destiny.