Shackles

Lacerating flesh
blood clots, veins
pus
bleeding crimson gore
layer by layer
skin, fat, muscle
cutting deep, oozing stench
swollen meat
bruised black and blue
cutting deep, oozing fluid
layer by layer
rust caked into gash
Menacing shackles
’round my wrists
not letting go, not letting go
they’re my shackles
adorning me dearly
Keep me chained
feed more pain
I’m not letting go
for these shackles,
they keep my hands bound
to the rest of my weary remains.