Forced To Face the Mirror
Forced to Face the Mirror
I kneel before my master and rub my cheek upon his thigh;
I know what comes next; I won't allow myself to cry.
He tells me to stand up now, and as always, I obey;
He twists my arms behind my back, and then he leads the way.
He stands me before my reflection, my mortal enemy;
Bruised, broken, and naked, she stares back out at me.
I beg him "Please don't do this." He kisses me on the cheek;
Then he turns my head to face her, this woman, scared and weak.
Her body is not perfect, there are scars and deep, dark lines;
He appears not to notice and rubs his fingers up my spine.
He stares at my reflection til I can't stand it anymore;
So I try to turn around and slink down to the floor.
He catches me and lifts me up, forcing me to stand;
Then gently holds me by the throat with his strong and calloused hand.
He forces me to watch as he slowly drinks me in;
With nothing but his eyes, he caresses my skin.
I think I hear the slightest moan escaping with his breath;
The thought that he's enjoying this is like a silent death.
I feel his face come near my neck, he inhales my scent and soul;
His lips graze my shoulder, and I almost lose control.
Why will he not touch me? Does he dislike what he sees?
I can make him happy if he'd just allow me to my knees!
My body and mind are screaming, I need his reassuring touch;
But he won't lay a finger on me, just watches... It's too much!
I squeeze my eyes together. "Don't let him see you cry!"
His voice cuts through the haze, the words a lullaby.
"It's okay, my darling. Give to me your tears."
"I will lick them from your cheeks, and kiss away your fears."
Copyright © Kristi Leigh | Year Posted 2015
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