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Slave

You slither in the night crack open my ribs and take refuge in my brain,

You destroy, obliterate and drive me insane,

My nightmares are real, your will is of steel,

I’m not that strong, to your desires I will kneel,

Take pity on me, I beg of you please,

Won’t you kindly and finally exit my being?

I’m down on my knees tormented and afraid,

Is it my soul your after? So be it, I submit, forever your slave.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comment(s) (2)

  1. Isabella

    I’m enjoying her poems; relatable!

  2. Nina
    Nina

    Thank you very much Isabella, I’m happy you’re enjoying them!

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