You were inside my head
reading thoughts like an x-ray
Obedient to you no more
I escaped and ran far away
But you lured me back
with your bait and switch
and before I knew it
I was kissing the witch

I am putty in your hands
Weakened and malleable
Soaked like leather
until I am pliable
Stretched to the limit
on the verge of breaking
I am your conquest
and my heart, it is aching

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

You can read more of Christine Bolton’s writing at Poetry For Healing: Words from the Heart