My little world is changing. My irrelevance is showing through.
A different tongue is spoken each day.
Somedays I speak hesitantly, tasting for the candid taste of freedom, only to pull back as the venomous control of others sinks it's rancid teeth into me.
I'll put up a fight but I know that was a finalizing bite.
I've gone from prey to a mere morsel on the plate of a power hungry society.
And just like the others, I'll sink into deaths arms leaving him with nothing left of an old friend but a wilted husk and society can claim they took my last breathe.
A timers been set on my privileges, the decisions I've "made" have been cut into my bone.
Cheating fate is a major heist and I'm still pure, wearing bows in my hair.
Taking a single breathe with a whale boned corset shrinking on my waist is the optimal sign of having learned grace.
"Take a deep breathe it's all a game", they'll say but how are you suppose to play without a pawn in society's defective game?