You sewed me up like a doll
or a Frankenstein bride -
wounds drawn tight
into black lines.
Proud of how you saved me,
you beamed as you held my hand,
careful not to damage
my bandaged wrists.
Fool
you still haven't realized
your stitches are laces
in a corset that constricts me,
your love a cage
that imprisons me,
your affection a lake
that swallows me -
just set me free...




















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