"I've been
hunting
for you."
I took
this for
flattery
instead
of the
true life-threatening
statement that it was
with a
mind warped
from endless
gaslighting
and disappointment
and lowly
expectations that
women are
meant to own,
I swallowed
threat as
compliment.
Threat upon
my mind,
my body,
my soul,
asking me
to leave
behind
all three
to be devoured,
to satiate
the man.
To leave
behind
all three
because they were not
mine to own.
To leave behind
all three,
to be the
hollow beautiful
sack that
men want
to own.