She twists tight ringlets
around her fingers
and looks up to see him watching her.
felt behind dull
eyes and breathy whispers
Promises of something greater, something unattainable
Baffle me with your courage,
kill me with your kindness,
just give me a reason to hate you.
this of hands that pin her down
hands that steal her of something bitter
not something that can actually escape,
they don't need to, because they know.
They are the only things that know of this
eyes, on fire with some far-off rage;
defeat at her in one false swoop.
She collapses in the street
drained of life's bittersweet blessings.
Tears don't need to come
like the screams, only they know.
hands clutching pale throat in the night.
Kill me with your courage,
sicken me with your kindness,
steal me with your rage.