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He winds me up like one
Of those miniature figures.
Each swift turn of the iron
Key lodged in my back makes
My spirit crumble; I can feel
Anxiety breaks me with its
Unstoppable steely truncheon.
I feel his sweaty palms roaming
Everywhere, breaching behind the
Barriers where he's hidden, vastly
Concealed by the twilight moon.
He sits, waiting for me to perform,
Applauding him for a job well done.
My lips are marked and bruised,
Jolts of pain marring the flesh as
If the twin fleshes of my mouth
Had been stitched together like a
Barbed wired tattoo; he gets off on
The fact I can't defend myself.
And when I can't give him no more,
I'm tossed, limp and brittle as a
Porcelain doll, aside to slobbering hounds.
Like uncivilized beasts they ravage,
Feast to their black hearts' content;
Nobody can fix me like a jigsaw.
I'm that broken...
Of those miniature figures.
Each swift turn of the iron
Key lodged in my back makes
My spirit crumble; I can feel
Anxiety breaks me with its
Unstoppable steely truncheon.
I feel his sweaty palms roaming
Everywhere, breaching behind the
Barriers where he's hidden, vastly
Concealed by the twilight moon.
He sits, waiting for me to perform,
Applauding him for a job well done.
My lips are marked and bruised,
Jolts of pain marring the flesh as
If the twin fleshes of my mouth
Had been stitched together like a
Barbed wired tattoo; he gets off on
The fact I can't defend myself.
And when I can't give him no more,
I'm tossed, limp and brittle as a
Porcelain doll, aside to slobbering hounds.
Like uncivilized beasts they ravage,
Feast to their black hearts' content;
Nobody can fix me like a jigsaw.
I'm that broken...
This is a poem for 20th May in celebration of Poetry Appreciation Challenge 2014 (writing one poem per day from 8/5/14 to 8/7/14
© 2014 - 2024 British-Prophetess
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From what I understand it's about a man who wants to take advantage of his beloved because she is useful to him, exploiting her as he pleases and for his own purposes, but when she is no longer useful to him, he throws her away.
Several similar news stories like that come to mind, and you used the porcelain doll metaphor very effectively.