a/n: war isn't quite the right category, but it's seemed like to closest to me. not that this poem is really letting me describe anything about it, but i try...
all the bodyguards in the universe couldn't save me.
my armour has turned to feathers
i can't even fly with.
my collar has changed
from protection to a challenge:
"come and get me."
"control me, i dare you."
and i'm crying in the corner
hiding my face in a blanket
that used to be safe.
i have no one left to run to,
and he is coming to get me again.
there's nothing i can do
save pretend he can't hurt me,
but he can and has and he knows it.
i hate him.
i hate the power he has over me.
to take control of my body, my mind,
with a glance, a touch, a word.
i am his,
as much as i try to be my own,
and it hurts me.
he hurts me.
and the worst part?
i don't even know who he is.