Make me your bitch
and free me from them.
Strip what I have
become
away.
Finish what she started.

Make me your whore
and stop time
from entering
past
promises.
Sweetalk wastes time.

Make me choiceless
and faceless born
sing the whiplash
into skin undone
Sink your canines
into nothing-hold my breath.

Control what was,
necromancer of beginning
again. Bathe me in my own sweat;
destroy what she started.

I do not struggle
to release.

Make me your slut
as others would try.
Not an ultimatum, sweets.
I am not so petty nor naive
to play roles of threat.

Hear the scream - my struggle
to turn away from them
who see innocence glaze
their eyes from mine, idiots
Make me yours and give me power
Control an empty shell
or kill me, now

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