You and I, we remained stuck in the same room.
Running in circles, ill-intentioned, at each other’s
Throats. One copying the other, hearing the empty
Walls of applause, muted, terrorised, blind-hearted.
You pulled my hair and I landed on my knees.
Your hands grabbed my chin, and you electrified
Yourself with fire and power. You waited for my voice
To stream through your bones, and I forgot the sound
Of my heartbeat.
You blew kisses in the dead air of the room, our
Scent on our backs, targeted, unloved, ordained,
They tasted like burned acid, a hot iron, a mess on
My body, a net around my skin, the lasso of your greed.
You followed me for survival, abandoned me
When you had enough and I could barely breathe
In the prison you built, the violence exhausted me,
Protecting my body in every single corner of the obsession
You nurtured, paranoid, wanting to possess and rid yourself
Of me.
I was your only mirror in that room, haunting you,
The mirror image of you, my face in your blind spot,
Paradoxically, you saw what you wanted to see, you
Wanted to be in pain, you wanted me to feel it too.
You believed in bondage, belonging to pain, together,
Interwoven, through the endless siren of suffering
Without memory, without language, silence loaded like
A gun in the darkness, screams charged with the weight
Of the world.
Croque-Melpomene 