poetry

Willing Tormentor

Threats, manipulations, and lies
Gaslighting like lungs needed it instead of O2
Intimidating until death seemed brighter

Put downs and games to test my faith
Only satisfied when the prey is begging for its life
Getting off on your constant need to be in control

Shutting down any sign of strength
Reminding the mouth not to bite the hand
An endless game of sorrow inducing torment

©Writing the Rose
©writingtherose.com
13 December 2020

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