She remembered back
to when you called her princess.
She couldn’t help but cringe
at the deep voice in her mind,
and her skin crawled
in all the places you used to touch her.
She could still feel
your selfish hands
feeling up her skin
like a lion to its prey.
She is haunted every night
by the way you carved your name
into her neck with your hot breath.
Of course she still remembered
every place you touched her,
And now she hated the dark
because of the things
it let you do to her.
So answer to her,
answer to me,
Was it really not her fault?