Redundant Vicitim

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Her presence was an exercise
In ubiquity. Her thoughts
Were everywhere at once and
All her eyes had me cross haired.

Blindfolded, not even her scent
Could help me distinguish
Where she stood or
What stance she took today.
It helped that she carried herself upon
An air of generated confidence.

She would sneak up behind me,
Tap me on the shoulder, and
With a bat, of her eye, she would
Strike my self worth down with
The blunt force of all the trauma
She's ever endured.

She had once dressed me
In a costume she said reminded
Her of someone she hated. I
Had to apologize since I didn't
Mean to hurt her in the first place.

I remember her warning about that
When this all began. Never hurt her
and never break her heart.

She lead me on

With a collar she named Pride
at the end of a chain leash
She named Dignity.

Sometimes she would let Dignity
Dangle loosely down my body
Still attached to Pride, and watch as
it would swing, side to side like
A clock ticking away the seconds
I seemed to cost her. Her eyes
Were fixed on the end that would
tantalize pools of mud in the shape
of her foot prints.

She would start to stare with
Dripping eyes, until she could no
longer help but run to the corner
And flood her surroundings.

I'd reach out for her hand, to
Help her up, and she would rasp
out how she hated what I did to her.
She hated always being someone’s victim.