Taking Back His Body

every finger deliberately placed
in each fold of my brain
he knows when to squeeze
then slowly ease to let the juices drain

every square inch of skin
has felt the touch of your lip
what was once a foreign sensation
is now a drug forced out of my grip

every string you pulled
attached to a different limb
i played the role you wanted
but now the spotlight has become dim

every button you pressed
evoked a manipulated reaction
naive i was to think i had power
when it just ended in your satisfaction

i wrench each finger out
i wipe my skin clean
cut the strings off, let the buttons rust
on the spotlight! who’s next in my scene?