You would have thought strings
were attached to that body of yours
The way they tried to control you
They trickle out words of affection
conversations of companionship
but what they want is intimacy
They want to dredge their talons in you
deceive you because of your kind words
They can’t handle discrepancy
Would rather cut you
threaten your innocence due to their
miscalculations of you
You are so sweet darling
Those big brown eyes
couldn’t conceive the carnage in his
and we mourn for you
We hold you on a pedal-stool
because you are our muse
we clasp your name on our tongue as if it’s
our own form of an alchemic plan
It’s poison to them
our poise is a hazard
It is unobtainable
Éloa 
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