A memoir

His eyes, blue and glaring,
Are fixed on my feet,
I struggle and I twitch,
I cry and I plead.

Looking up, he smiles,
A crescent on his lips,
Uncertainty washes my hair,
Blood, my tongue.

‘Oh, don’t do this,’ I beg,
Tears tinge my cheeks,
A laugh escapes the crescent,
And it opens to speak.

‘I promise I won’t hurt you,
Do come to me,’
He kisses my neck and hands,
But for all, I can’t feel.

I look down at the world,
I look up at him,
On his edge, I stand, I could fall into his arms,
Maybe it wasn’t a whim

A step forward he takes, apology on his face,
A nudge on my back,
Ooh…I’m flying, but he pushed me the same,
I swear , I really do, that I didn’t run.

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Oh please Life, you may drop that faultless facade now.