White ribbon

In your dream
the handsome secret agent
falls in love with the Russian spy,
wrapped only in a velvet ribbon,
surrendering your body
to his lover’s kiss;
detente.

In reality,
you should have walked out
the first time he hit you,
instead of sulking,
blaming yourself,
submitting to his violence.

He stole your voice,
leaving you nothing to say,
terrified of his anger,
you were powerless to run,
existing as an object of beauty
purely for his pleasure.

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