in a dark room, walls are covered with mirrors  

a man whose face is hidden behind cloth sits in the corner

a familiar love earnestly pleads for intimacy

“not here”, i refused suspiciously

pleading did not cease and his hands become nimble 

nerves tremble and my mind becomes absent

my eyes become another spectator in the room

stripped bare to the only thin cloth that prevents penatration

without a moments hesitation, he slips himself in

he mutters nonsense to himself and i am frightened

I push away but he continues to invite himself in. 

managing free, belongings are kept secret in the room next 

he betrays me for ordering words behind thin mirrors

trailing behind, he pressures substance in me. 

hands my only barrier, tears falling profusely, and i am held captive, again.