I felt her left hand has if brushed across my leg
She looked at me with sly eyes, her mouth slightly parted as
she giggled with disgust
She hoped I’d jump and run towards her
Tear the house down to be with her
Feathered my back to reign her honor
Choked my neck for her mother’s sake
Kept me hidden in a roach on her mantel
In an envelope, under a tin cup
‘nieth the rain, on a gloomy night,
Under the moon of Saturn
She’d rest her hands on my palm and look up at the stars
Laugh and look into my eyes
A pillow I was to her
Of deep detriment she’d kill me
Walk on my legs and call me her daddy
Feel my insides burst as her fellow men sing her name
I lie beneath her mercy
Across the table from her, my fork digs into her ribs
And I slaughter her
Unfolding I see what she’s really made of
Semen, clothes, remnants of her father’s past
Death, life, cradles of the universe
Hygiene, love, the strange taste of Satin.
Frames and undeveloped underwear.
She was always space to me.
