Words penetrate
my manipulated,
feeble skin.
I tried to tip toe
through the dollshouse
that kept us captive.
Hiding in the darkness
from your bitter tongue.
Like a needle
through paper-
a fingertip of pressure
broke me.
Icy shadows would tear
at my delectable flesh
as arms entwined
themselves around
delicate ribs;
holding my insides together.
Proximity caught us,
wrapped it's bony legs
around our necks:
Suffocation between plastic walls
and then the words finally sank
into my vocabulary.
I let them engulf me and drag me under-
to leave me choking on cold tiled floors.
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