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There is a man here



Made up of cobra skin and vein water rust



When he visits me the air turns to obsidian



He tears the indifference from my being



Letting my essence bleed out as he brands his image into my third eye



My intuition is destroyed, my common sense is broken, all replaced with him



Claiming me? Mocking me? Pulling me apart for

amusement?



He won’t say



He takes the gun from his head, and points it at my legs







My knees shot out from under me

I bow to him again

Storybook desire

Torching my skin

The idea of love was twisted

Mangled long ago

His will attests to that

In how he has me by the throat

His torture is his vice

His sadism my craving

He should have told me beforehand

I was never worth saving

A death cry in his voice

Resounding through my head

Keening in his laugh

Keeping the frigid passion fed





I’ve woken up



His voice no longer trapped within me



His essence no longer crawling into my skin like maggots



His palms no longer against my eyes, ears, mouth



Maybe like his words, all this newfound strength is just a lie



Maybe my senses will deny me my freedom again

But I love this feeling I have



When I see no point in feeling