Smart and sassy, an easy confidence--
the future bright, hers to construct.
Her radiant demeanor was his suspense.
Unreadable eyes and a self-assured smile sucked
her into his world. Words as smooth as his honey skin,
slow coaxes wafted in her ears when they fucked.
Bass thumps in her hammering heart, she’s powerless to win,
unable to drown the music, as smoke seeps through his lips,
clouding her mind with fantasy of love, palms cup her chin.
Dingy motels and sultry unfolding legs, he greedily grips
her body; amidst slurred kisses, her smile slips like a glove,
soft tears burn, arms grow sallow and bruised with his fingertips.
“It’s ’cause I love you,” he yells, thrusting her with a shove.
Her knees skinned, stained to tiled floor; it’s always her fault.
Her attitude, charm, money, walls–he always rises above.
Flesh etched with jagged reminders of his assault,
a smile-shaped scar penetrates like salt on an icy road;
the smile never falters, but it’s proof of his revolt.
“I’m happy” is her lie, her transparent morse code.
Ribs replace curves, daily motions cycle in a blur,
her dull eyes ache, her emotions corrode.
How can you be so unsure
of the girl that you were?