“Perfection” begins to vanish right before my very eyes.
Painted on my face is a portrait of trepidation
& though dismay runs through my entirety, I can only gawk.
As deep as the desire runs within me to reach out and stop
what is being played out in slow motion on my life’s screen,
A thick rope has my hands bound behind my back.
The gag stuck in my mouth violently yells
“You don’t have a voice in the matter”.
Slowly and peculiarly, Burgled of love.
-JessicaLynn
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