You almost kill her everyday
And revive her again
To live with her pain
And yours
You sedate her
Only because her screams shatter your ears
With the agony of years
Reduced to a mere whimper
The screams are soothing like a needy prayer
To the god that you want to be
The next best thing
To bringing her to her knees
You don’t let her breathe on her own
For free air has a way to go to one’s head
And the word freedom makes you see red
There are days
When you nudge her awake
Just enough
For her to show you some love
And put her back
Before she starts to fake
It must be expensive for you
To keep her like this
And to do everything for her
Everything
And to convince yourself that she is happy
Comatose, lying in a bed, breathing on the machine, smiling when you want her to
Almost angelic in that blue
Ever thought of taking the goddess off the ventilator?
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