Betrayal

Used to be used,
kind and tamed
such a game.
Expected words and
the curse, of course,
suspicious back to
be killed, raped, muted,
guilty of your poor
miserable soul,
abandoned at
your whim, unspoken
among your clumsy words,
half complaints,
half self-compassion,
above your complacency.
Demanding my time,
taking my flesh for granted,
obliging my silence.
I knew the end at the very
begging, though I allowed
me to spend some time
nothing is left