The dogs begin to smell
Her delightful scent
Where did I take her, what’s my intent?
She’s locked away deeply
She can’t escape
The bars squeal highly, as her fingernails scrape.
The sour shackles bind
Her rusted shame
Protecting my psyche, from going insane.
Self preservation is her claim to fame
As she boasts grace
With absence of empathy, my being defaced.
Her release will not be bartered
Circe, the enchantress
Her frigidity exalted, her feelings repressed.
So she’ll stay here with me
In perpetual vexation
A cerebral prison, with permanent mentation.