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