Duplicity Laurel Violence had set me free.
Exposed his vile acts.
But...
There's always a but. Maybe I don't want freedom, not when I had been cradled in his palm for so long.
Kept so tightly at his hip. I can't admit it.
Can't let myself feel.
Not yet. I am told there is healing.
That I can get through this.
That I can forget. Maybe I don't want to forget.
Not when I have finally tasted power.
Mikey
Violence had set her free.
There's always a but. I'm locked away, my dreams painted steel.
I crave freedom, but I also yearn for captivity.
To be cradled in her palm.
To be on her hip. They say they can fix me.
Reform me.
Help me forget what I did.
Someday I will get through this...so they say. I want to forget.