3-D Cube

There she stands




the object of humiliative scrutiny


I look.

Her tears her discomfort

i feel nothing… So i continue.


The torture rises through my actions

my early mornings

And my late nights.

The amalgamation


Trapped in a box mirror with continuous gilded frames


Waiting for it to shatter


i can go on no longer, She needs me

I can feel her, taste her

I am Her.


Please… Help Me free Me

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