“a dagger through my heart”

~

that’s what you

said

i’d done

to you

~

you told your father

and he

dragged me here

into hell

~

just for you

~

the metal springs

of the cot frame

press into

my cheek,

my hands

bound to the headpost

~

i taste

the steel

on my tongue

as you slam

into me

~

“i can get through this”

i tell myself,

and then

~

your whip

lashes my back

~

you’re not real

you’re not real

i can get through this

you’re not real

~

this is only

an imaginary dagger through my heart