Broken nails scratch, at broken skin
Rough hands grip dangerously tight
And her eyes
They speak grief, they speak her lovely fear
Selfish pleasure directs his movements
His forced pleasure is far from pleasurable
So she moved stiffly, steadily
Unpleasant hands gripping her short brown hair
And he makes love to her manikin of a body
Tears drip from her eyes
As his last few thrusts shove him inside of her
And he pulls out, watching himself drip out of her and tears do the same
Taking a fistful of her hair, he yanks he back to pat her cheek roughly
Leaving behind red roses in her cheeks
He Dresses casually, stirring up small talk, unbothered by her shivering skin and bone of a body
After lacing his shoes carefully, he leaves without a word
She drags herself to the floor
Where a ripped, stained, sheet lies on the concrete
The one he had thrown at her the night he snatched her
And her tears will dry as she sleeps, leaving crystals of salt attached to her still rosy cheeks
Now when she wakes, she will wash it all away
For him
For the only love she can remember
.