Come, my love, I'll sit with you
I can see you are so tired.
Relax, lean back
please, look at me.
Let's get all that air out,
you look a blown balloon.
Exhalation explodes.
A thousand overheated stallions snorting as one.
There...that's right, now slowly let
new, fresh air into your lungs
we'll count...one...
please look at me---
A whimsical flicker in his eyes
lips closed in one decided line
a new game.
A high, crackling sound.
Even when he laughs
he is someone else.
He wins,
I am nervous.
He refuses to breathe.
Marjon van Bruggen
August 2016
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Author Notes
There were days that I got desperate. He seemed to know what he was doing; trying to wear me out deliberately. He was trying to punish me for something.
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