3-D Cube

There she stands

Young

Naked.

 

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

Screaming

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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