You say,
"Elise."
You're right.
The name is quite
a bit more catching,
quite a bit more
fitting
for your twelve-piece dining set.
She'll be a lovely accessory
to those
fucking monotonous dinners.
Black tie affairs,
the appetizer
to your desire.
Does she cry
Every Time,
or is she Stronger?
Does she welcome your fist
as Lovingly
as I could,
or does she
Fight Back?
You wouldn't let me.
Please,
let me go.
Or let her,
leave me,
to take it.
Not her.
Just
let us go.
Once.
Now.















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