Part V The Resurrection

Part Five

The Resurrection

He bought me.

Owned me.

Used me.

And I still want him.

Does that make me weak?

Or just real?

I screamed the truth into a silence that didn’t care.

I shattered, and he applauded.

So I rebuilt.

Sharper. Louder.

Worse.

He wanted a possession.

But he made a monster.

—T.F.

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