I gave her my love in the shape of a voodoo doll; she took it and she has me in her grasp, my heart delicately placed between the material and threaded together with each piece of admiration I have for her.
She controls me and has the ability to cause me the most pain anyone ever could. My fragile heart in the palm of her hand- at any point she could destroy each little part of me with her finger tips but I don’t care.
Pinch me, pierce me, Puncture me with needles,mould me the way you want me to be. cut and tear my fabric
because you,
you are my everything
and I am yours.


By Holly Clark