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Just so you're aware, there's a brief mention of blood, but it is not related to self-harm. I hope you enjoy reading. Thank you.
Hush
Utter not a single word
Because you swallowed them all
So that you could be big
And I could lose myself a little more
Into the story you’d created
About who I really am
‘The perfect pet
Collar gleaming,
As we did dark deeds
In the shadows
You smeared blood on my face
And my eyes glittered
Drunk on your power
I never stopped to question
Why you were so deft
At control
Until you threatened
To claim
Every part of my life
And I realized
I wanted to choose
But it was too late
Your fingers
Had touched my soul
And all choice was tainted
Your mark upon me
In more ways than one
I was your ghost love
Silent, translucent
Small
Seeking to break free
Of the prison
You created for me
It burned, and I screamed
But your hold
Gradually slipped away
Until I was shackled no more Hush
It’s my turn to speak now
Last edited by DeletedAccount71; May 4th 2021 at 10:45 PM.
I really enjoyed reading this! Thank you for sharing it. I like the fact that each of the lines are very short, but that there's no pauses between them. In my head, I read it almost like a train of thought which was quite interesting.
You really drew me in from the beginning here and captured my attention/emotions throughout. I love it!
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I really enjoyed reading this and I liked how you wrote this.
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