Defiant
I am too defiant

I pace
Wring my hands
Worry
How can I
be more meek
I wonder
More submissive
A good girl

I want to be
a good girl
I really do
I know I could be

While I am busy
making a mental list
Of good girl traits

He grabs me
By the throat,
squeezing

Controlling
the life force
that is my
breathing

He speaks
slowly
softly
deeply
Into my ear

I love you
and your defiance,
sweet baby

I’m going to use it
to destroy you

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