Talk Back
Talk Back
"Leave me alone," he approached me
slowly, "fuck off," I say, as i sink into
a combination of rage and grief.
He and I dance then
in retorts, eye-contact, charged
with ravishing thoughts.
Desire, Violence.
He would fight me. I would
fight back.
Power play takes over.
Heavy metals, shards
are all that's exposed.
Edges and respect.
Spikes and leather
layers. Protection.
You were attached
and i defended myself.
Makes sense!
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