Scar

The scar along your clenched jaw,
Your words,
Running up my spine,
As the voice I've been dreading to hear,
Brushes across my lips

Shivers.

Your cigarette-smoke breath,
Swirls warm against my neck
Touch, touching
So delicate.
So dangerous.

Your calloused fingertips,
Bring them over here
And feel the sour taste

Your tongue on mine.
I'm choking on the breath,
Of your spilled secret

And did you hear
Me causing a scene
Under the lamppost?
Where we're about to see,
You raping me with that broken...
(Oh, scratch that)

Shatter me,
Isn't it what you'd like to see?
Me on my knees,
Ready, unwilling and capable
Of doing such a thing?

No, you're not so confident.