Toying with him,
like the dolls
who used to play
her children.
Lifting her skirt,
she tries to
draw him inside.
Fingers like birds
fly away, arms
dance in the air.
She pouts.
Feelings hurt
when not believed,
she plays her
torture game
until he’s bloody.
* * *
darkness and
silence ‘til
the monster appears
spilling our secrets
like your seed
on the ground