I fear his silence.

What revenge does he have up his sleve?
Surely not a magician's bouquet...

Angry because I removed the leeches he placed so
statigically on my body, slowly sucking all that makes
me,...me. Leaving me with forced smiles and fake concern.

Is that his shadow over my bed?

Is that his voice reminding me of my worthlessness?

Is that his weight pressing me against a jagged wall
forcing me to moan?

Free from him, yet still a prisoner of war.

My cage door is open.

Push me into the damp, black air so that I may
awaken to the rising of the morning east.