Dont mistake my kindness for flirting

When you wanna show me a cool game or book that means I didnt agree to see your *****.

When we have something in common that dosnt mean I want your hands around my neck.

When I say goodbye with a hug your hands shouldn't be at my ***

when I pull away it dosnt mean I want a kiss.

Claustrophobic in this vessel
                 that I'm
contained within.  
I'm floating on a sea of waves
                                 that never settle,
but slam upon my
                     subconscious membrane.

Stimulating my pools to never close,
                              but stare into the vastness
          of unfulfilled gazes.
The charcoal stain within the white cleaner
                       than the pool it resides within.


I feel like I'm a victim of non-consensual birth,
            never wanting to be in this void less
                                                      manife­­station.

Could I delete this construct, make it static.
                  Yes, but my breath is continual,

and my morality keeps me tied to this frame.

              I'll have to live, even though i didn't
agree to this sting tying me to this existence.

I was not free
until you brought  me
to this secret place
where you intend to keep
my desire for you

I was not free
until the chill of steel
enclosed my neck
and bore the sign
that I belonged to you

I was not free
until I felt your cord
pull my arms behind my back
to make me suffer for the
want of you

I was not free
until your gag was
shoved into my mouth
so that I could not
cry out for you.

I was not free
until the darkness of your
hood closed off all senses
but the touch of what
I need from you

I was not free
until  I heard the cut of air
before your whip
curled round my helpless form
to leave the marks of you

I was not free
until I felt the bars of
the cage that now
encloses me and keeps
me safe for you

Francesca Anderssen  2016