She thrives on my soul
She strides down my spine
She sees through my eyes, blinding my vision.
I sit back and watch as she eats up my time.
She twists and I writhe in pain.
I scream, I shout while she whispers in my mind.
The whisper is all that is heard.
She muffles my voice, she sits on my throat,
Puts her blade sharp tongue into my ear.
The bloodshot eyes, the paleness, the daze,
The scars shriek out for help an unheeded call.
My insides mutilated, I trespassed
Slip into the oblivion that is agony.
She eats at my mind, pecks at my thoughts,
Licking my wounds and then striking again.
The moments of submission, moments of resolve
They are but one and the same.
One second- Just a second of respite am I granted.
These moments of quietude are the cruellest of all
As I languidly wait- wait for her to hit me again.
And hit she does, with all her force.
And some force that is. I fly back in time
To the chaste times of solitude,
When I was still untouched by her cane.
She drags me back to herself,
Reminds me of her hold on me.
She thrashes, shrieks out threats that chill my veins,
Lashes her whip across my soul, fogs my senses,
Flogs my back, and beats my hope-hammers it to death.
I lean against her heaving existence,
I stoop to her undeniable demands.
Overpowered by her, I let her do her bidding
Words of comfort she utters.
The next slash shall end it all,
She shall not tug, just a pull
That shall suck the warmth out of me
I shall be like her, prancing in delight
While I inflict pain- devouring, dancing.
Her wretchedness, the crushing monstrosity i now envy.
Still, a thought flows by of the days that I loved and was loved
-A memory, of a day well spent,
A fragmented vision of happiness, a forlorn moment of innocence,
An eloquent face and a sudden rush of protest.
I was jolted back to life; I pushed her back with renewed strength
She clutched at my heart, clawed at me in anger
And stabbed it until I bled,
I threw back my head and laughed.
You thought she was dead.
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