…  and he opened the door and dragged me outside,

But my clutches kept me on his disconsolate side.

please own me over again”, I cried and begged

But he kept inflicting his rage on my heart and head.

I buried myself so I could preserve his existence,

and like a bitter pill, he effaced my worth and senses.

Fast forward from the past to the present,

I watch myself crumble in this dysphoric confinement.

relinquish his grip on my life”, I cried and prayed.

But some nights, the idea of flying makes me extremely afraid.



~ by Daneee on April 14, 2013.

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