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Breaking dishes

You ducked out of
instinct as
you walked in the door. †
  
The coffee mug †  
shattered against the wall †
just a foot from your face, †
a jagged shard †  
nicked you †
on the cheek. †
†  
My chest heaves †
and I hesitate a moment, †
chills puckering the †  
back of my neck †
watching the bead of †  
blood trickle down †
your clenched †
jaw. †
†  
Dark need roils in †
my stomach. †
†  
You stalk toward me, †
your eyes filled with †
dark necessities, †  
and a salad bowl †
hits your chest as I †  
hurl love words  
and dishes like †
hateful tridents. †
†  
I back around the counter †
hands scrambling †
for any purchase; †
a sponge, †
a box of matches, †
a take out menu from †  
the mediocre Chinese place, †
all effigies of anger, †
sacrificed against you. †
†  
Your hands cuff my wrists †
just as I reach †
the silverware drawer, †
I wrench one hand free †
and slap you across †
the face, †
my palm smearing †  
the cut on your face †
like fingerpainting  
on divinity. †
†  
You tell me to look at you. †
†  
Then you yank me to you, †
and fucking remind me, †
†  
fucking remind me, †
†  
how strong you are, †
how much you can take, †
the way your breath †
feels in my ear †
as you tell me †
how much †
Iím going to pay for that.
†  
And you know the minute †
my body betrays me, †
feel the instant †  
the coiled tension †
relents, †
and †  
I sigh into †  
your †
retribution. †  
†  
You tell me †
to look at †
you. †
†  
Holding my wrists †  
in one hand behind †
my back, †  
you use the other †
to push my shorts down †
and lift me onto the counter. †
†  
We exchange †  
fuck yous
like †
foreplay, †
and you bite my lip †
as my legs †
find their way †
around your waist, †
and your fingers find their †
way inside me. †
†  
And you tell me †
to look at you, †
while you †
push your †  
fingers, †
covered † †
in evidence of †  
my desire, †
in my mouth, †
†  
and use your †
thumb †to †  
brush the †
lone tear from †
my cheek. †
†  
You whisper †  
for me to look †
at you †
†  
and ease †
just the head †  
of your cock in, †
just the tip, †
and stay there †
until Iím †  
†  
struggling against †
you †  
†  
in new ways. †
†  
And you tell me †
to look at you. †
†  
I couldnít †  
look away †
if I tried.
Betty
Written by Betty
Published | Edited 22nd Jun 2022
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