Fragile people scream loudest-
Except some screams are at frequencies that can’t be heard.
His words and actions roll around in my head.
I’m swaying in my safe haven, letting the steam cleanse me.
Vaguely, I’m aware of frigid nails biting into my palms
And their lingering crescents blooming with rose petals.
My legs are trembling to a fugue tune.
He’s on top, and he has just finished-
He’s asking me if he can leave.
Epiphanies shine behind glazed eyes,
I realize I’m an instrument to be played.
I embrace my purpose
because I’ve always given myself the best hugs.