Critically Conditioned

Presented with your requests
I crumble,
Disintergrating into my foetal position.
Protection from you is futile.
You force and force yourself upon me
And I flinch,
I bite,
I oppugn.
I lose every modicum of myself to you.

Presented with your desires
I wither.
You are my diseased heart.
Protection from you is futile.
You take and take from my resources
And I evaporate,
I dry,
I blister.
I desiccate and burn in your presence.

Presented with your beliefs
I falter.
Your love is so hurtful I bleed.
Protection from you is futile.
You fuck and fuck and make no love to me,
And I submit,
I cede,
I endure.
I am sick to death of eating fucked crow.

Presented with your perversions
I putrefy,
Trapped within you like a tumour.
Protection from you is futile.
You kiss and kiss and ravage my thread-bare lips,
And I recoil,
I raze,
I liquidate.
I want to deep-six; six times six.