Anger came out to sleep with me last night
She asked for my attention with tense, constricted muscles
The heiress wanted to be swooned
I gripped her cold hands, my knuckles bleeding and smelled the fermentation on her breath
We danced with wide steps in the hall of rage
An anvil of pain fell between us and broke our stance
I didn't complain
I imploded
Her dress, stitched with phantoms, drew clear on the tile
The tail of her coat got caught in the stale air
My screams shut out the bliss
She moaned hurt in my ears and I knew we had drank enough
She etched, with her nail, in my arm that she wanted to touch me in bondage
But tyranny kept us from pleasure
Hatred was not meant to be pleased
And anger supported her thoughts
I cast her out
I lay on the floor
And I blare the cackling of discontentment
I never needed her
And she never needed me
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