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Literary (Submission): His

10/13/2017 09:32:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

I am his mirror,
His object of vanity
A constant reminder
Of his beautiful insanity

I am his trophy,
An object he can parade
Holding me close
Keeping me encased

I am his puppet
The star of his show
Way past feeling
Controlled by my heartstrings

Anchored to his promises
Lured by his words
Sustained by his kisses
Suffocated by his embraces

I am his, yet I am none
Holding on to something gone