My dark friend
He forces me to drink, shifting the cup over the table.
He said I have to trust him, he is my only God for now.
My hands were barred behind my back, and thick black textile dropped over my eyes.
My tears were falling inside, burning my cheeks in a hushed motion forming small rivers over my flesh.
I was murmuring a song of pain when he stormed into the room, stop complaining 'bitch' at least you own your fantasies, and I don't, you are free to believe and I'm not.
And I'm only playing Divinity to please you.
You will never view my face; fifteen years is not enough time to trust your weakness.
You must linger, the darkness must consume you whole.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoetryMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
