Deceived and seduced by the safety and warmth in a look,
There was a subtle yellow tint in your light
that began to scream from its origin, scratching at the walls

A cinderblock room colored in skin absorbed my calls

There was air trapped in my bones
that halted movement and created unfamiliar vocal tones
There were no cuts or bloodstains,
but the night simply drained to red
as he wrapped my limbs in reins
dance, then spread

Make me move as you please
a whimper then a weeze
your touch would shave inches off my wingspan
and I will see the ghost of you in every man

Now these limbs, foreign, do not belong
The pressure outlines of
your unwelcomed hands
the whimpers that became the lyrics to my muted morning song

I didn't know how minutes
became tattooed in your veins
with each breath
a gentle push of blood
and I feel those reins
snapping and holding
you invade
all else bleeds, then fades

Now he holds these layers
as the corners start to peel
from a defeat long ago
a kidnapping, a delicious steal
the potency of your dominance
the power you must have felt
watching a flower melt