My Bitch Slave Cellar (Poem)

You held me down for a long time
Imprisoning my burdens so I could attempt to do that thing called “live”

I taunted you daily
Lunging hot metal pokers through your steel bars

I eventually got sick of hearing your cries
So I built brick wall to imprison your prison

But something about it felt so empty
Pain was a constant in my life for so long that when I put it on mute
It felt like something was missing

Sometimes I catch myself cracking the cellar door
As I slide my back down the brick wall

Melting in old wounds
Breathing no air
A chest full of palpitations

Trying to remember a life I tried so hard to forget

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