Her

it was hard for her
struggling against his steady arms
she saw red
but nothing was passionate

his smooth hands held onto her body
leaving marks upon her skin
each finger
tracing a word he wanted her to spell

with her limbs
he wanted her to conform
be something beautiful
he wished for something beautiful of his own

he had gotten mad
when she told him that she wasn't his anymore
he pushed her into a storybook
and saw her name upon the page

his story with her name
his,
her,
her he wanted
only he could not have

her was she
without he
only s
but she liked it
he made more her
she wanted less