The memories of us are silver scars,
so intricate, they decorate my soul,
I treasure them, I hold on tight,
but every step I take with you - I fall.
Your kind, sweet, playful words
leak deadly venom to my blood;
I drink it in, still cannot get enough.
You pull me tight into this trap,
your web, I love it, dying, suffocating..
Your hunger never satisfied,
you leave me weakened,
spent, but yet still begging.
Abandoned, never left alone;
It's your mistake, and now
I'm suddenly awaken.
Your ignorance and cruelty
have made me stronger.
As I breathe on my own,
I'll be your toy, your victim,
and your prey no longer!
I've bled your poison out,
I've spread the silence
as a wall between us.
And now I watch you suffer
as you lose your grip
around my throat, my heart.
And now I smile,
as I walk away..
March 9, 2015
Victim no longer
© Copyright: Александра Фердман, 2015
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