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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