On His Terms

Did she perceive his guilt

through the feeling of loss for seed spilled

outside of her womb?

 

Outside of their room?

 

Outside of their home?

 

Lovingly consumed as if owned

by the consumer.

 

Hermetically sealed

by discretion to perfection –

generating no rumors.

 

Did she see through him

like a vampire’s reflection?

 

Even sans physical proof,

still drawing connections

in between dots in the air

she’s not even sure are really there

to be linked by her intuition’s ink.

 

Yet, she can’t help what she thinks.

Squeezes out pain with each blink;

her face like she walked in the rain.

 

Heart valves pumping disdain

throughout her person.

 

Anger surging like seas in hurricanes.

 

Silently cursing his name

at the top of her lungs inside of her brain,

until he comes barging through the door.

 

Dropping his things on the floor,

he says, “We need to talk.”

For a change, initiating instead of evading,

and she finds the prospects devastating

because it’s not going down on her terms.

 

-HymnAgen