Lie down, he tells me,
And I consent.
My heart beats, but I don't hear it,
I am aware only
Of the need to distance my eyes from his.
I don't want his touch,
It is cold and frugal -
But necessary, I tell myself.
The blue coat is too big for me;
He unpins it and starts his exploration.
Money will be bartered, cold as his hands;
I would that it felt more soothing to my ears,
But he walks out
And leaves me unrewarded.
My fears remain unsterilised
And the cold grasps at my chest.
I dress again,
Caged beneath underwire and lace;
The symbol of my fear.
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