Thomas

Thomas lived a troubled life, father destroyed his soul.

Each time he misbehaved, well the consequences were always the same.

At first it was a drunken night. His father made a cut.

Just small enough on his back, so there would be no blood.

Thomas would let out a gasp but his father wasn’t done.

The salt he rubbed into it. Was where he had his fun.

From then on Thomas, remembered that feeling.

His back full of slices, even big ones sadly.

Although his dad is now gone. He gets a tainted pleasure.

From the cuts he makes on his wrist and the salt to be nostalgic.