She turns me on my back, limbs tied to the ends of the bed frame
She holds the knife to my neck, grazing my skin
Threatening to cut me from ear to ear
Before I had time to speak, it was already clear

I close my eyes
Not even a whimper
A sea of memories
A life of shame
A gloomy presence
Crawls from the corner
Gathering behind her
Entering her body

Tears pour from her eyes
As she stares into the void
Her skin turns pale
As the room grows darker

I feel her anxiety
I feel her agony
I feel her desire
To find her pain
A new home in me

Tears pour from her eyes