HOW DO YOU OWN YOUR BODY:
BARK
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE HEALING POWER OF WORDS AS ELLA FINDS STRENGTH IN ASSERTION
by ELLA MARSHALL
His bark rubs against,
Her bark,
Forcing a spark
But little else,
Our bodies clash.
His rough edges chipping,
At mine,
Rub, rub, rub,
Legs wrapped around her frame.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Eyeballs clutch at my gaze.
“What do you want to do?”
“Nothing” I said.
“Take off your dress”
“No” She said.
Lips suckle on my neck,
She looks straight ahead,
I see the ceiling,
At first black, pink, white.
I search for some resistance in this room,
But sense only passivity and gloom,
I consider my options,
She is limp and pathetic,
I need to win or I’ll regret it,
She agrees.
My shoulders elevate,
I leave behind the weight,
My feet touch the ground.
I turn around.
“You need to go now”
I bark.
She lingers.
My shoulders elevate,
I leave behind the weight,
My feet touch the ground.
I turn around.
“You need to go now”
I bark.
She lingers.