Mists
thickening to fog
twinning
ethereal chains
clinging to my ankles
keeping me
holding me
in place;
for torment
for abuse
your side long glances
burning with righteousness
enough to keep me
from running away.
Words
pierce the veil
numbed with narcotics
views softened
alcohol submerged
pastel glows
glum smile
plastered all over my face.
Tricked.
Traded.
Parade.
Auctioned off to the highest bidder.
The throng grows
encompassing me
passing me
from hand to hand
from mouth to mouth
until I am shredded
strewn
my inner peace dissolved.
You have won
my master three
watch now
I succumb to thee.
©March 15/23
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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