Belonging

He does not belong to me

But I belong to him.

I know; I fashioned the fetters myself,

Meticulously,

While cooly denying my handiwork

And claiming my new accoutrement was

Symbolic only of my inherent freedom

And indominable autonomy.



And now I hand the leash to him,

And he smiles,

And casts it aside.

And I sit,

Autonomous

Alone

Awaiting

His next breath,

My song of redemption.



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