Slave State

It felt better
when you were
the restraints
at my wrists
Biting into my skin
Forcing realization upon me
Making it my oxygen,
my blinders.

Control slipped so gradually
The comfort in severity
became reassuring,
felt so natural
like the acting ramrod
at my back.

My feeble denials opaque,
you gave me
what I really needed
instead,
til the choice wasn't so hard to make,
didn't feel like my decision
anymore.

And I can still feel
the weight of you
boring into my subconscious
stripping away
and laying all bare,
reducing me
to the primitive.

So I'll continue to kneel
on scabbed knees
patiently
My hope and trust
the only things left
to offer.

I'm ready.