hanging in hanging on

I had this idea

if I didn’t tell my secret

I was hanging on in

knowing I was at the end

of my thin rope

hope

she would not ask for more

nobody would notice

I had nothing more to give

which was foolish of me

every face

gesture move I’d make

things I didn’t say

gave me away

they knew

she knew

but for sadism

the kicks

the pricks

kept on taking

letting me dangle away

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