Hear my music

and let me pull the strings, my puppet bien caché

and play, let me play,

love,

blind, wasted, treasured chew toy,

you will obey

When the unwound violin screeches in your ear

smile at me, smirk with blood stained teeth

and when the severed bass chord hits your cheek,

curse me hoarsely,

bow deep, and whisper how much you want to destroy me,

how you long to crush me between your fingers

and cover yourself with something like me,

soft and mellow, unlike me,

and in the end,

when I hit the same broken piano key again and again,

make my music for me,

set that dreaded core of desire ablaze with a kiss and your hands on my skin,

then kill me slowly

once loved,

once despised.