Sick Game

His words echoed.
My sounds framed.
My every last gasp brought me closer to the end of the game.

My actions limited.
he took the reins.
With every word and sentence he grew more insane.

Our bodies joined, but not by choice.
I’m not his first and I wouldn’t be his last
He leaves me with my mouth detached.

He’ll leave the city.
He’ll change his name.
To him it’s just a sick game.