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His Emotional Lability

There was never a day
in which he didn't micromanage her
to ensure she was compliant
and operating within
his perimeters.

It was heavy upon her
fragile heart & soul.

She knew he extracted pleasure
from his daily sadistic rituals
the kind of rituals that�d make your
toes curl in pleasure
and your body tremble & shudder
in spasmodic motions
until she often fell
asleep exhausted
wispy and full
of his sticky contentment.

For a moment, she wondered
whether he ever appreciated
his place within her heart
as she gave to him an open channel
to express himself within
yet he wasted himself
on the intangible and immaterial.

There�s a fine line
between good and bad intentions
but he was obsessed
with making her cycle up and down
between pleasure and pain
a fortunate reminder
that she was at his will
once they were behind closed doors.

He needed to feel
that she was codependent
upon his desires
to enable him to care
for her inextricably
as it was his way of reinforcing
their bond
in between the moments of him
being highly composed and well groomed
external to their lifestyle choices.

He was like a flame
she fanned whilst yielding
undeniably to his perpetual yearning
when separated by his presence
he left her with a poignant
immersion of wanderlust and nostalgia
collectively.

A dull ache within the depths
of her fed his scar tissue
as she exposed her vulnerabilities to him
to enable him to persevere.

There were times where she wavered
her right to execute her safety
mechanism as she felt herself peak
upon a heightened state of unexpected
pleasure as he applied his ministrations
and care to sooth the flesh he inflicted upon.

He'd draw breath from her
and she was love in the depths
of all his hate
and she'd follow his lead
as he followed his rite
to hone his inner skills
and shape the landscape that existed
within her mind whilst she lay
splattered across the field of
his poison ivy's
as her love, devotion
and loyalty
went unspoken.

Like the unwashed stains
of droplets of blood
he left his mark upon her
fragile mind as he caressed
and carved himself all over her
intricately and deeply
until she was subconsciously
yielding to unholy moments.

In between brief interludes
of sweet heavenly bliss
whilst being killed delicately
repeatedly and indescribably.

In a fistful of rage
at losing that what was placed
in the palm of his hands
he held her captive
mind, body and soul.

Triggering her
upon the realm of all his
strengths and weaknesses.

And his love was loaded
like a gun to her head
as she begged him
to pull the trigger
after seeding his distorted
fragments upon her
fertile but nebulous psyche.