Husbands and Wives
Master me, puppeteer.
Move my arms,
Twist my legs,
Contort my body,
Until it’s just the way you like it.
Get under my skin,
You know you want to.
Break my soul
Until it bleeds out empty.
Fill it with your words,
Your feelings,
Your ideas.
I am no longer an individual.
I can’t breathe unless you exhale.
I can’t move unless you push.
I can’t think unless you tell me how.
Perhaps I’m not even real at all.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
What peace?
I have none to offer,
For you have censored my every
Thought.
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