Spin me around
Pull my limbs up and down.
On those delicate strands
You gave me.
They looked so beautiful at the time.

But they built up into rope
That you weaved around
My wrists
My ankles
My mind
My throat
And my voice is silenced

Surreptitious bondage
0f thought processes.
More powerful
Than any physical restraint

– Judi Reed, 2016