‘I am finished’ he says
As he pins me down.
Words on a page,
Waiting to be read,
This means life, release,
From the pages in which I am bound.
Before this confinement
I was many things,
Ever changing, twisting
Ambiguous and raw.
The space I inhabited was,
Infinite yet constricting.
His mind brimming, buzzing
As he chased me around
Trying to mould and control me.
I came from nothing,
Or everything, a spark
A trigger shot me
From a black velvet dark.