the bitch that you don't need
A delicate hand shoving skin into wet dirt, cured nails dragging and gripping at all my tender places; wary coaxing tempered with haughtiness and a cruelty that digs out squeamish insides; growled demands to cease struggling, grin and bare this, nondescript sweetness stunning the mind. Lips splitting to reveal your murder weapon, the confessionals in the pitch black of a runaway trap even after you warned future game to keep back from us, this one just needs a lesson in dominance. Cat-and-mouse too erotic to have stemmed from pleasantries; hazy fabrications of shut eyes and creased eyebrows and pleas for my mouth to build a temple in between thighs trembling in summer heat. Tension so taut control becomes a kindness. Faces flitting around in muted candlelight, why can I never quite say goodbye? This push and pull, easily fixed by unraveling you. The running, the impending escape, the hunt you demand is necessary; my name on your tongue, a tug on my collar, gritting how a hunter recalls its hound. A horror so raw and wretched I indulge a warped carnality that leaves claw marks across our windows and walls and my upper back. Your skill in masquerading this butchery as a necessary evil, shadows who follow me in sickly, twitching forms, blowing smoke reeking of cigarettes and damp fur. This love’s entrails wrapping around my throat and tightening until I choke. I won; I won; I won. Sure, baby. I’ll cede it all to you. I’d rather be free than clipped to your door.