Badass Jane 3-Vigilant

***This is a story poem. The links below are for the others in order:
Stupid bitch!
Filling herself with angst
with pain
with a sense of self defeat.
Always must I take control?
Awakening
fettered to the bed
I stretch
strain
twist and turn
I will make my get away.
Biding time.
Someone will come.
Someone
weak willed
easy to overcome
who will bend to me
allowing release.
Beneath the paper gown
my body is naked
will need to find some clothes.
My mouth is dry
sandpaper
still under the influence
of the drugs.
Oh
here he comes
the one who likes to play.
Soon my dear
you and me
we shall be free.
Sept. 7/18
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