I glance down at a drafted drawing of a woman in the presence of an artist.

“This concept!

This artwork!

shakes paper

It’s absolutely beautiful

It’s sensational

It made me feel things I cannot describe”
“When you finish can I keep it?

I’d like to hold onto it for a very long time”
You smile and nod as if to give it to me another day.

You leave for the evening with your leather jacket dangling around your shoulder.

As I daydream about getting down to brass,

My eyes gaze at the bare wall in front of me.
Where your artwork could be placed just magnificently.

What would hold it up?
I wondered.

I lay down and begin imagining that I am a thumbtack.

His thumbtack

Strange... I’m allowing these images of objectification to enter my mind.
But I have these feelings now

Whereas I didn’t before

Because he did not resist the other purposes I felt I had at the time

Leading up to this moment

He never tried to make me dull

And even now, I do not feel feeble

I feel sharper than ever

Sharp enough to be pushed into a wall

Pushed as hard as he’d like

Just to hold this concept tightly


The next evening we kiss.

Your arm grips the bottoms of my shoulders
You arrange my legs around your back

You lift my weight into to another room

I feel slight bruising beneath my skirt as I’m escorted to the area of your choice.

My thighs feel the pressure of your fingers
Areas neglected of kissing are none
I expel all the air from my lungs and breathe in

As I begin to notice that you have just pressed my back into the bare wall.

My ******* feel crushed beneath your chest.
Your hand covers my mouth to enhance my focus.

You lift me up higher to stabilize.

Between breaths I hear
“You my dear, are the woman in the drawing.. and I will hold you here for a very long time”.


He pushes further and further into me.

Further and further into me.

Further and further.
Further…