Alche No13 - Porcelain Creature

Описание: Porcelain Creature

You liked me polished.
Silver-tongued.
A quiet hymn
Half-sung.

Hands folded
Like I was prayer.
Soft-spoken air.

You dressed my silence
In silk and praise.
Taught me the shape
Of a safer gaze.

A velvet collar.
A gentle chain.
You called it love.
I called it restraint.

I was your porcelain creature.
Glossed in light.
Taught to fracture
Out of sight.

But I am not
Your sculpted joy.
Not your beautiful
Broken boy.

I learned to move
Like smoke in glass.
Let your fingers
Mark the past.

I made myself
An easy sin.
Soft at the edge.
Hollow within.

You liked me pliant.
You liked me sweet.
Kneeling metaphor
At your feet.

Every whisper
Wore your name.
Every touch
Was dressed as tame.

I was your porcelain creature.
Curved to fit
The lines you drew.
The parts you split.

But there’s a fire
Under the skin.
A darker hunger
Breathing in.

You never loved
The whole of me.
Just the parts
That wouldn’t leave.

You held the leash
Like it was art.
Never touched
The animal heart.

Breaking. Rising.
I am not silk.
I am not lace.
I am the bruise
Beneath the grace.

Heavier. Sensual.
No more porcelain.
No more poise.
No more careful,
Quiet noise.

I am heat.
I am void.
I am not
Your good boy.

You can’t soften
What I’ve become.

You can’t polish
What I am.

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