Shackled, and chained.
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.
Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.
I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.
With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.
And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.
Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.
Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
My voice is not a font
My face is not pixelated
My life isn’t a snap
My emotions aren’t emoticons
My love isn’t a tap
My compliments aren’t comments
I am not down there,
but up here .
What’s your endgame plan?
You snap your fingers
And I melt in your hand
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I wish I
Could rescue us
Avengers Endgame was so good!
It’s hard to be your own person,
to move your singular body in its own direction,
when every corner is already crowded by other thoughts.
Your limbs brimming with self-loathing again, brilliant.
Bubbles of spit boasting as they frame your thirsty lips.
You’re picking blood-stained fingernails with yellowing teeth that never knew the curling cradle of a smile.
At a loss for embrace,
Fake hair plastered by stained sweat to your forehead.
There, in the hollows of your forehead, permanent lines appear prematurely, paving the way for the end of your rabbit hole, spiraling.
Head so full of heavy thoughts that your necks snaps.
Filled with danger,
As deadly as a Dagger,
A fearsome killer...
Don't let them snap...
You'll fall to a deadly trap!
It can't be solved by a simple tap,
Always watch your back!
The storm that dares
To snap up a bubble
Brews up the thundering
Only to sing out in raining!
Beyond the serene meadows
One still rests in the cool shadow
Swallows the downpouring
just like an ordinary daily dose!
I am a single thread from floor to ceiling.
Taut enough that you could pluck
a tone out of me, but so taut that
if you pluck too hard, I’ll snap;
fall to the ground and hang from the ceiling.
Stress consumes your mind like fire in a forest
It ignites the anger inside to arise as smoke clouds around your eyes
In this moment you are so horribly enraged,
So terribly uncomfortable inside and out,
That you can't control your actions, your words, or the way you feel
You snap, you glare, you place the blame
Once you calm down you realize you are only angry at yourself
And the anger is replaced by regret and fatigue
You're tired of this cycle
Tired of feeling so out of control
This is what stress does
It eats you apart from the pit of your stomach and only consumes more and more till it reaches your mind and you are entirely taken apart
Like the string on an old sweater stress frays the steadiness you contain