Bond by 10 weights all strap to a different leather band around each limb Never getting lighter always getting tighter and heavier Eventually it just doesn’t matter anymore The weights looses their grip All that’s left are 5 battered collars No escape from their iron grip Always asking for their weights
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Cigarette
Delicate fingers hold a cigarette As pale as her skin And the smoke is drawn in Lips tinted blood red The girl taps the small cylinder