i'm sprawled on his bed,
one single finger lays on my lips
hush,
he says.
he pulls at my heart strings
like i'm some kind of puppet
he left me out in the rain, my wooden skin to rot
he buys brand new sheets, so the next one wouldn't know
but she doesn't do what you want; it doesn't matter how hard i fought
how can one man
plow into my soul like this?
my tongue is limp, i can't quite say what i need to
but he's got his hands on me
inside me
all over
my body
pretty little puppet,
humble, quiet mouse
there's a knock at the door,
he tells me to shut up and get out
my ears are ringing,
the birds are singing
i hate this
room.
"911, what's your emergency?"
hurry!
"i'm sorry, ma'am, where did you say you were again?"
he's coming!
