Plaything

Dance,

dance,

Marionette;

sway to the beat of my heart.

Black,

black,

as a hole in the night,

no safe space

but what I provide.

 

Please me,

or be

smashed around.

I have no one sympathetic

left in me.

A wound unsutured;

be my plaything,

be my servant.

 

Friend,

I don’t suppose

I’ve ever known

anyone I couldn’t use.

My mind is mine,

my time is mine,

your body is mine

to do with what I please.

 

Don’t doubt for a second

I’m manipulating;

turning you

against yourself

to suit my interest.

When you break,

I’ll throw you away,

and I know you’ll break,

because they always do.

 

Be my plaything,

be my friend.

I’m your cocaine,

I’m your bed.

I’m your first love,

best sex that you’ve ever had

and I’ll destroy you,

because

I

can.

 

HG – 2018

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