Let her obey him:
unambiguous demands
help her find solace;
he might even evoke
a certain duality
as he repeats these;
The clues he might give
are lost in an ocean of pain
as he sears her mind,
takes from her dynamic
and excoriates her flesh
for not listening;
It's true he ordered
her, (in the first place), sorrow:
a contrived irony,
amassed through her service,
and unrelenting usage
at each opportunity;
He affords his pet
an accord with sweet pleasure
of suffering, for
not entertaining
the grandest of delusions
he first let her obey.
(with thanks to Pandora for inspiring this)
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