Day: Apr 25, 2022

The people I control hate me enough to clean my wounds with salt,

They love me enough to convince me it is exactly what I want.

The pain runs through my nerves like electricity through metal,

One more fiery touch and they will have to bury me in black petals.

I let them do whatever they please to fulfill their sadistic needs.

They know that I am just a vessel that bleeds whenever they bleed.

The people who control me contort me in shapes and sweet poses,

They love me enough to bury my salty ego in some scarlet roses.

-Jackie