he had wires and paintbrushes
but he also had chains and strings
and he knew how to toy with me,
i was just a puppet.
he liked how docile i was
he liked how i'd do everything for him
he liked that i didn't talk back
i stayed in my place.
he enjoyed my domesticated side.
he enjoyed that he filled a void in my life
and that his masculine energy
was able to bind me in his chains
he loved being a puppet master.
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panacea
Poetrynot completed. panacea (n.) : a remedy for all your troubles. twenty three poems about society's most beautiful tragedies.
