When you speak, I listen
When you demand, I perform
When you hurt me, I wither
Like a snake, you slither
When you smirk, I hide
When you touch me, I bite
Heavy footsteps, a loud thump
The door opens, I jump
From the open sky to honking cars
It feels like a step on mars.
It is certainly my last breath,
Better than being raped is a blissful death.
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