Degradation

You’re not here to be seen.
You’re here to be used.

I don’t flatter you. I dismantle you,
piece by piece, word by word.

Until all that’s left is need.

You want praise?

Earn the right to crawl.

You want mercy?
Try being useful first.

I don’t care if it hurts.
I care that you feel it.

Because the more I break you,
the more you beg to be kept.