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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