your afraid eyes,
Your voice—fractured, trembling—
Tries to put me back together.
I see the desperation in every motion,
In the way your body moves
Like a cage closing in.
Those movements—
They don’t comfort me.
They crush me.
You threaten, seduce, restrain—
Arms wrapped tight like chains.
Your strength is fierce,
But no fiercer than the fire in my fearless eyes.
You demand my tears,
Command me to beg for my life.
So you slap me,
Drag me by my long silk hair,
And hurl me onto the bed.
Yet still, my eyes burn—unafraid—
Even after your final slap.
Should I scream for your forgiveness?
Tell me—why?
You don’t own me.
You never did.
So I will carry my forgiveness
To the grave—
And never give it to you.
