You appeared in the afternoon and walked in as if you belonged.
You turned the doorknob and entered the room, unlike the others who sneaked through the window and left before the rise of the sun.
A shriveled up grape, almost a raisin as it dried in the sun that you let In the room.
And you left me to broil, forcing a rod through my body and twisted me on a stick.
You\'re head knocking
Heart stopping
And I never gave you a key.