I am your slave-master,

The fists that beat down on your beauty

And the feet that stomps your face



I am your thunderous nightmare,

The past to which you are shackled

The sorrow that enshrouds you,



Slave-girl,



I am your poison and darkest passion

Behold your ***, tainted virtue and torn flesh

Your trampled confidence is what I live for,

Long for,

Crave.



It is I who knows the secret to

Your freedom,

The liberation you beg for

and the key to your redemption.



While you are weak and afraid

I am your compass and puppeteer

Silence begs for a voice that will cry out



But Keep still my lady,

Think of me often…..

Bring your daily sacrifice of tears to the shrine of remembrance



My slave-girl

Be afraid

Be Mindful

Speak not

For your silence grows

Feeds

Empowers



ME