An Act of Bondage

Sometimes it can go too far.

Anorexia—

An act of bondage with no safe word,

That thrives off your fear.

The more you scream, the more you shout—

The more enticing you appear.

Feeding off your vulnerabilities

It pins you to the ground.

It sets the rules

You must obey and love in every way.

You have no voice of your own,

You’re the slave it found for sale

So let the darkness take you in

And see how it prevails.


It’s got you by the throat again

You know there’s no escape.

A plundered personality,

The victim of a rape.

But anorexia sees no wrong—

It’s all just some sick game.

A game that’s bound in blood and bile,

Between savage and the tame.


Contort yourself from the wrath

You struggle to resist,

It’s slender lies and compliments.

Compliance to this twist.

For every opportunity

To win back what was yours, 

Is an anguish and a torment

From its savage razor claws.


Your cries represent,

The dominance and dominion.

You’re owned land, property, 

An object with no opinion.

You’re marked with a flag

That’s wrapped around your fragile skin. 

Every inch and every cell a suffocating sin.

It needs your resistance,

That urge to get away,

Your pounding heart,

And frenzied eyes,

That soul it led astray.


Fulfill my desires.

It whispers in your ear.

Dancing up and down your throat,

Tasting salty fear.

But I’m used, and I’m broken.

But you’re his everything.

His speci-al-ty.

His dirty little fling.

A skin-tight bond,

To which he is so fond.

But it's tainted, painted

By the blood of foot-long slashes—

Two-inch-wide gashes.


You’re the lamb being bred for slaughter,

A horse being brought to poisonous water.

And he can make you drink.


Independence is dependence.

Hope of a future is a lie.

For remember little one you’re mine.

For remember little one,

Every trick will be tried to keep you trapped.

Tied;


The rope is real,

Around your neck, around your wrists.

Not some kinky phase of sinful beauty,

But a permanent fixture,

Self-destruction,

Creation of a monster,

A mutiny against humanity.

A martyr to sanity.


Caged

Bound

Bruised

Abused

Violent and volatile

Vicious and voracious

Time—critical and fading.

He’s pervading… and

You’re going dry.

The wounds go deeper.

The punishments severe.


Dehumanised.


Your body is weak.

Your body is limp.

A putrid perfume percolates your prison.


She ran away with a strange looking figure,

Who took away her innocence

Taught her to obey.

Lost in her head, went down a wrong pathway,

Arriving at a world that consisted of four walls.

Discarded in her torture bed.

And now we say with heavy hearts and words so full of dread,

Gather round to pay respects for your child that lays here dead.


It was just a game of bondage,

It was just a game of pain,

But now I’ve lost my life in vain.

And I’m here forevermore…

Within a dark domain,

On anorexia’s incriminating, black, unyielding chain.

By Unity Addison © 1/07/18

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