Open your eyes
He said,
As if he knew what he was doing was wrong,
But if she just opened her eyes it would make it moral,
It would make him feel better,
It would make it “right”.
She told herself she was strong,
Like a rock.
But she was a pebble at a beach,
Free for anyone to throw into the sea.
Open your eyes
He said,
But her eyes had been laced with glue,
Her body too.
But he made her malleable,
As if the glue was just the air;
Free to inhale,
Picking and placing her hands where he pleased.
She told herself she was strong,
Like a tree.
But she had been carved into a puppet,
And he had become the puppeteer.