Timid as she was, a mouse holed down six feet in the ground hiding
From the snake he was. From the beast he was.
She found herself a fascinated corpse of desire and anguish.
A man five foot ten. Standing six feet off the ground. Staring at her through the water.
Asking her what. Asking her why. Asking her emptiness.
Look at me. Face me. Do you not know what I want.
He would not wrestle her to the ground she was already a part of, covered in worms and critters.
He would not hold any part of her tenderly, gently, sweetly.
He would only face her and stare into her eyes, barely brushing his lips against hers slowly.
At first slowly, at first timidly. At first almost sweetly.
And then she turned away from the emptiness in his eyes.