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Roughly biting down
Iron tongue
Lungs constricted
Refusing to let
A breath escape
My pleas, silenced
There's no one to save me

Held down
Marking me up
Outlining territories
Red lines on brown sugar skin
Know it's wrong
But I play along
Convinced
Or deceived
By the word love

Eyes welded shut
Praying to fade into
Just a shadow
Splayed flat against the wall

You keep on taking
Though, there is nothing left
I'm certain I should
Stay completely still
As your arms
Steal bars
Close around me
Brooke Davis Apr 2014
Loving you must be a crime,
cause i'm stuck in this prison biding time,
waiting for a visit,
a call,
a postcard,
something,
anything to show that I don't mean nothing.
Do you even care at at all?

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