Punisher​

I misbehave
I talk back
I scrape my fingernails down
Your chest.
 
I hate the way your laughter makes me feel
Like I am all wrong,
Like I am ugly,
Insignificant,
Large,
           And bloating,
                                 ​And sinking.
 
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
 
You are violence
Materialized,
The object of my
Dread.
 
You push into me,
The bed shakes,
Squeaks,
Echoes throughout the gray house
As your flatmate tries to not listen in
The living room.
 
My body betrays me.
Tears fill my eyes.
Lust fills my thighs.
 
My Incubus,
My clammy boy,
You belong to me.
 
Chastise me,
Cut me,
Bleed me dry–
 
I will eat you.
 
I will carve up your flesh and devour it whole.
 
I will cut you and come inside.
 
You are mine
 
to Punish.

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SARA WISER
​is a musician, singer, actor, poet, and teaching artist. She is a student of Drama and Literature at American University in Washington, DC. Her work features musings on intimacy, love, loss, intergenerational trauma, sex, nature, and girlhood. Find more at www.sarawiser.com.

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