Silhouette bodies

He liked it best when she was obedient

So he could always keep her within his reach

He liked to make commands and mask them with suggestions, because to hear her voice was an unnecessary speech

He loves the empty silhouette of her

For that was enough to make him smile

He dressed her up in jewelry and dresses

All the latest styles

All the while he was killing her

As the tears streamed down her face

She forgot what it felt like to call her own name

An identity gone without a trace

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