My ******* neck hurts.
There’s a collar around it.
And tied to that elastic collar is a huge *** chain.
I don’t grip the chain, it belongs to someone much stronger than me.
And they love the way it feels in their hands.
They love the feel of the cold metal against their scaly dry skin.
And they have no intention of letting it go.
So I crawl around these putrid floors near their feet.
I feel the freedom of the 10 yard chain for a liberating 5 seconds until suddenly my neck is overtaken by the squeezing and constricting that reminds me of the consequences of my actions.
So I crawl back towards his feet.
The blood rushing in and out of the valves in my heart as if there was a fire in my veins,
And my lungs desperately contracting and expanding to keep up with my pulse.
And he smiles.
With every rotten tooth in his mouth.
And he says,
“Haven’t you learned to stay within the boundaries I’ve made for you?”
So I recoil, and lay by his feet, unable to be free.
He is the master. And I’m his ******* dog.