roxxee

...and I said come on in when you came to the door, shivering and half drowned in rain. You slept by the fire like some lap dog and rose up in the morning as a killer of squirrels and cats and men. I wrung my hands and cried to you to stop what you wanted to do, to break me, but it was too late. You came down on me and I was imprisoned in my home. My own chamber of the heart you tore to pieces. My gag and shackles that were hidden back where I thought I could never pull them out again. But then I was mended with your needle and thread, a stitch work dolly for you. Just you, So, your hand on my throat and twisted in hair, growling these curses into my ear. You say, "I love you". "You are beautiful this way, so sad and afraid." and I believe you. Your kiss devours and rips me apart and inside your belly I am home. This is madness. It's all for you.

Just you.