Your games set me free

It would be easy To grant you your wishes, Cry and whimper At your feet, Beg for forgiveness, Perhaps admit To a contradiction In believes, Offer my hips And breasts To you On a plate, My tongue In a cup, My eyes Spheres On a gold chain, My hands and legs Tied to my seat, Beneath your throne, Flailing, Helplessly A flower Looking up To the sun, Worshiping Her God And yet My heart Heals As soon as it bleeds, My brain Refuses To submit To a weak willed image, I won’t be your Damsel in distress, For the distress Is you Your perpendicular corners, Set off with barbed wire Broken glass, When you hold me close I tear, I look back Your sneering lips, Your ego Defiant, Plain for all to see, And I laugh, Until my stomach churns, My sides collapse, My legs No longer carry me, Your games Set me free, A burning torch, Clearly outlined The destruction you will try To make me endure I leave you Alone, In a dark corner, Playing against Your reflection, An opponent you will eventually Destroy, My skin Wrapped around me, Warmth emanating From my core, Your blue soul Wafting, Like a wolf Searching For his next soul Your cruelty In the past A thorn filled prison Has now Set me free