Not A Victory

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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Untitled Dark Poem #13

I listen to you
speaking words 
waving your hands
intent on explaining
your way.
Turning truth to its side
slipping lies 
like illegal drugs
into my drink 
(my ears)
making me more pliable.
Each mundane word 
tricked out 
in fancy dress
floating 
raining down 
numbing my senses.
Blah.....
blah .....
blah .....
blah.....
eyes glazed over
heart stuttering to a stop
unable to care 
unable to summon the strength 
the resolve
to move from your side.
My eyes
bleak
broken
show nothing 
you removed emotion
with precision
turning me once more
into a broken doll
upon your arm.
A pretty girl
with no will
lost in a nightmare
with no knight 
in sight 
to save me.

©March 12/23
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