Coercive love

First there’s a motion
then matter catches light
scattering seeds of illusion

Eyes mimicking depth
the appearance of a saint
the eeriness of your face
and your lips, scarlet paint

(Did you really think
we could become one?)

Just one steps away now
there’s a doll with claws for hands
and a face like a silvered window

Into mine dive your eyes
as I step back in terror
you’re looking for comforting lies
I’m a person not a mirror

(For I am made of bitterness, dying cells
and chattered glass)

Screaming out loud:
“if our hands hold each other,
our skins will merge, so will our blood!”

Your foolish innocence
in itself is treason
to instil love furtively
may induce fatal rejection

(Your fingers feel like chards on my body,
eyes intent and teeth bare)