What do you want me to say?
I imagine you in the mirror.
The sound of your voice
wrapping around my throat.
Holding me still.
Don’t make a sound.
I imagine hands moving with precision,
knowing exactly where to press,
where to smooth,
where my edges give.
I imagine your fingers against my mouth
as you remind me
who I belong to.
I imagine what you would say
if you were…
