Tris Eaton

you and I

You cradle me
With trembling hands
Set me on your skin
Slide me back and forth
Oh so lightly

You imagine yourself
Gushing and gurgling
Drawing new lines

You know I\'m sharp
But you\'re never careful
You know I\'ll hurt you
Only if you make me
Because you control me

I lay here
Grasped by your hand
Unable to shout

I\'m freezing in your grip
It sends chills up your arms
I apologize
And yet you set me
On your bare, naked skin

You act unmoved
The corner of your lips turned upward
But your eyes

Your eyes are cold
Empty
Dark

Dead