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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