Malleability
Trapped by your presence
Your expectations become tangible
Like walking through seas of thick jell-o
Keeping me where you desire
Paralyzed by your expectations
Your desires become tangible
Like puppet strings on my limbs
Pulling me according to your will
Ensnared by your desires
Your will becomes tangible
Like a plastic mold fitted around me
Shaping me to fit your narrow view
Imprisoned by your will
Your narrow view of me becomes tangible
Like a sharp knife carving away my true self
Making me into nothing
ℱ 🐾