leashes around your neck: He owns your name...

Carve his words into your skin. But you know all you're really doing is flattering him. He tells himself he's amazing in the back of his mind as he gives you faux complements and showers you with kisses.

How much more of a lie could it be?

Paint it in lipstick on your bathroom walls, as he watches -- eyes laughing with power... It'll never fade as he takes your hand on the way to the local diner --

He'll never cease to scream your name as ownership.

29 December 2005

Revised: 8 January 2006