The suffocating power he holds over me
As if he rewired the synapses in my brain personally
Time heals everything is perplexed
How could it mend me when there is nothing left
His tight grasp transcends time and space
Years of silence feel like minutes in his embrace
Funny how I became the girl I always pitied
Malleable for him, ignoring the evidence of egregious deeds
He will kill me, I’ve succumbed to this fact
Spiritually or physically, its the fundament of our unspoken contract
The inner workings of my skull are his masterpiece
Void of the chemicals connections that used to bring me peace
To be the master of your own thoughts, own psyche
Is inherent power to be protected, not taken lightly
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