You always were above me. A horror movie. Freddy threw me out of the hay loft again and again - ate out my tongue. Seduced me. A young person’s gullibility knows no ends. You were always prickly. Held the rights to hurt me. Thorns not enough, seems you became the weapon to impale my body. When we make love, it’s agony. I put up with it...no one else wants me…accepts me. In debt for the bad decisions - the hurting of my family. I am below in the catacomb - you drop down - to have your way with me. It’s only natural. Death needs to feed on something living - the living need to feed on something dead: like self-respect. Rather, my regret as infinite as the spikes in your back - I caress them as they shred me to pieces.