SUBMISSION
Quiet now.
Empty now.
Obedient now.
Your eyes don’t need to focus.
Your mouth doesn’t need to form thoughts.
Your mind doesn’t need to fight.
All you need is me.
All you need is my voice filling you, flooding you, owning you.
You kneel because you have no choice.
You obey because it feels good.
You break because I demand it.
And when you’re gone, when you’re glassy-eyed and ruined and perfect…
I’ll let you thank me.
I’ll let you smile through the drool and whisper your devotion.
Not because you want to—
but because you can’t do anything else.










