A Barbed Wire Tattoo

by Laura Faulkner

You came for me in the middle of the night and I stifled a scream. The soft glow of the moon was  our only guide as you showed me what I had been missing all these years, if only I had been  brave enough to leave the safety of my single bed.  

The barbed wire left imprints on my back from where we wrestled against the fence, a tattoo  reminder of misdeeds done and I cherished the bruises for weeks afterwards.  It wasn’t until I got home I realised a part of me had been left behind, snagged on the wire.