Slut

I lay in bed awake trying to scrape the memory of you from my head. One step forward. One step forward, Or two steps back? I lay in bed awake trying to erase the silly words that raped my mind. The words that crawled, clawed, scratched, etched, stretched every surface of my body to fit only you inside. Hollowed out a concave that fit only your serpent tongue. Your wise words captivating and writing over my pages in pen. I lay in bed awake starring at the dark ceiling, or have I found a window inside of myself again? You tore and ripped every part of myself away and remodeled me to be the perfect fit. My intestines placed, folded neatly and placed on a shelf to be hauled away. Hollow. Hollow. Knock,Knock, Knock. Echoes through the empty void where the  innards were laced with ribbons and bows. Happy, Smile,Laugh. Robotic monotone I am now. You replaced my happiness with a scratched record that replays the saddest part. Death..Death..Death.. When the next word that chimed in was,  Life. You left me so reformed to only know your touch,  little Slut. So shaped and renewed, refreshed full of surprises. Obeying Master's every command. Little doggie on all fours, now forced to stand up straight. Now as I stand before you empty and abused, my beady little eyes tearing through your soul you ask a simple question "Where is your heart?" A small smile creeps across my crusted lips, a monotone whisper in reply "With him I'm still his Slut."