Give.
Stay. Don’t move.
Don’t speak. Don’t Think.
I tell you what is good.
I tell you what is bad.
Don’t flourish. Don’t thrive.
Just Survive. Live for me.
Under my thumb.
Beneath my gaze.
I am yours, do not reject me!
Or I’ll make you pay.
I’ll make you bleed.
I’ll make you die.
I will choke the life from your petulant throat.
Let me in, you whore!
No! I say. My voice breaks,
tears are rivulets down my cheeks.
You are hard, unforgiving.
Cruel.
Your love is a wound, my hatred your fuel.
I remain soft beneath your punishments.
I will not harden for you!
You are angry screams.
I am dark lashes resting upon soft cheeks.
Lost in dreams.
You are not my fundament I reject your relentless prodding!
You don’t own me, you never held the ability to unlock me.
For all your bashing and thrashing you never woke me.
I stayed sleeping until you wept at my feet
In your tears I found myself
I spat my forgiveness at your feet.
Never, I say.
You locked me away in the dark.
Where light was merely a dream.
Your shallow heart denied your ability
to embrace my wrongs within my rights.
I exist to be imperfect.
A work of art I remain.
Every soul has a set of tumblers
Each one the bearer of a unique quality.
You could have seen me for what I was
Not what you wanted me to be.
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