seems I trusted you, back then
how could I comprehend
the manufacture
of control so tidy, knotted>
pawn, me
or some property
given thus from him to thee
and you willed me
subservient
though it
hurt, I’m glad it died
alas, it came & went
at a bad time
my self esteem, my girlish dreams
I am quite sure
did not survive
imagine who I’d be now…
father husband jailer critic
eternally the cynic
well ridden, which you enjoyed
my intellect lay dormant as
my body was your toy
four fingers two thumbs 