She strings me up,
like so many marionettes.
Eyes gleaming with malice,
she turns towards her tools.
Blades and jagged edges
stretch as far as the eye can see.
Trying to break my strings,
I struggle to escape her.
PAIN! It sears my mind!
Digging knives of jealously deep,
she draws a stream of crimson blood.
She stands before me laughing.
My strings, solid steel,
rip into my wrists.
She has me helpless,
like many times before.
AGONY! It tears my flesh!
Scrapping jagged saws of dishonesty across me,
shaving my body clear of flesh.
She stands before me laughing.
If I was a creature made of wood,
my shavings would float softly to the floor.
I am a creature of flesh and bone,
my essense forming sticky pools around her feet.
I hear her walk away laughing,
the sound hurting more than the blades.
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