Twisted around his finger he has me wound
Like a string, pluck a note, make a sound
Up and down my neck his finger’s bound
Stretching fingers’ out ’til scales are found
Turn the volume up so cries are drowned
Make her beg for mercy where he’s crowned
Dig into her flesh a calloused frown
Teach her that there is no love around
Practice through the night ’til finger’s raw
Make her wish you never met at all
Polish over wounds until they thaw
Making sure she’s crawling down the hall
First there will be pleasure then a claw
Seeing things you’d rather never saw
Open wide fist inside your jaw
Safety here never was a law
© Delia Ross. 2019
