I leave you laying in putrid collections of water.
We’d spilt
not joined at birth
and for twenty-five years
You pulled at strings,
secretly attached.
Under your reign
I was the fool here
the black sheep there,
always a failing
embarrassment.
Now,
taking down my evil
dominating her reign
I cancel out captivity.
She won’t
constrict again.












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