I can feel it inside of me. Bubbling up, and boiling over.
Like a runaway train barreling down the tracks.
God help the girl tied up at the end of the line.
I’ve done my best to alter my own course.
I listened.
I engaged.
I followed every order they gave me.
I have the day planned out to a tee. I just don’t know when that day will be. It’s soon, that much I know.
I have to earn their trust back, enough to gain leniency.
Then I have to use guilt to cut the remaining threads.
Once that’s done, I’ll be free.
I’m not proud of what I’ve done, nor am I proud of what I will do.
I’m just learning to live with this shame.