She looked at him in fright
Terror, emanating from the smile she manages
He looked at her in grimace
Control, grinning from words he holds servitude

They looked at each other
Wishing tomorrow but yesterday comes
Exchanging nostalgic reveries in those tiny reflex glances of -we were perfect-

They lay together with bruised knuckles and swollen jaws.
The anticipation of violence et
The anticipation of conspiracy s'épaissir

The fear of being alone and the need to be the man leaves scars on their being whilst they cuddle watching the sun set on the warm coasts of Bora Bora

Their love ebbing away