In you I am cocooned, adorned
Obligingly transformed
Someone else, or no one else
Possesses my ripped body
You will share this in the air
So all can see my healing stare
For at a glance I am undamaged
And your appearance must be salvaged
A choice and a god-given voice
Left me on this parapet,
Lost without a bayonet
Stuck in your history
Lonely yet determined, like a good girl,
unabashed; I washed, I scoured,
I pretended and you watched instead
Once a month, as promised
It's a mean one, this endeavor
Continued all alone forever
Whisking through just for your ending
And still loathed without your blessing
I will run again and soon
You must suspect I needed room
Not in pleasure, now in terror
Unwittingly consumed
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