Slave, I Am

Abuse doesn’t always come with a belt

Sometimes it comes with the swelling

Of a heart next to another

Believing to be found, it surrenders

Limitations and cautions into the wind

Then the pain comes, the welts unbearable

“We should talk more” but it never comes

The lies are cancers building inside of bones

Tragedy is an infestation, you are its home

After millennia of roaming

it finds a shallow grave

To awkward renditions of love you are

Primordial slave

Only the poison darts of voluntary withdrawal

Can cure this mighty plague

Yet who can summon the strength

And end their days

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