Toying with him,Â
like the dollsÂ
who used to playÂ
her children.
Lifting her skirt,
she tries toÂ
draw him inside.
Fingers like birdsÂ
fly away, armsÂ
dance in the air.
She pouts.Â
Feelings hurtÂ
when not believed,
she plays herÂ
torture game
until he’s bloody.
* * *
darkness andÂ
silence ‘tilÂ
the monster appearsÂ
spilling our secretsÂ
like your seed
on the ground
