the fulcrum

can i just
rape her
when she’s not looking?

gather all the strands of her hair
and just use the bundle to drag her closer to me?

clench her arms
until it burns a mark?

tear her cocoon apart
and see what she hides:
her insecurities,
behind her seemingly divine stare?

strike below her bosom?

grab her by the throat,
slam her to the wall
and watch as she falls to her knees?

can i?

and just ask her:

where’s your smile now?

finally,
no pretentions.

pull her feet
and turn her around?

…a taste of what you’ve done to me!?

hear screams of pain
between her inaudible tears
of release...

blood,
shit,
and come
all over the floor…

and throw her away...

can i?

can i say
finally, we’re even!