i'm gonna rest with the things swept aside
and boxed into basements
and laced with silk cobwebs,
swell and stretch, extend and and bend.
take my brittle hand,
i'll take the last of what I hold
to show you all my secrets,
expose you to the cold i used to know
when i dropped down and lost to the tangle of words
and the scourge that deals my blows
as I'm bent over in rags,
handcuffed/ gagged/ subliminal
waiting
bent
waiting
crushed
waiting
enchained
waiting
for your switch
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