Bittersweet chocolate revenge

Snow white skin and cherry bomb lips she enticed me
back to her four post bed; a princess on rumpled sheets
a tyrant on my hips
I’m conquered by smoky glances and sultry sighs.
“Trust me,” were her words
murmured through my beltloops,
whispered on my chest,
gasped in my ear,
begged in my mouth.
Implicitly, I complied.

Sunlight rouses me from dreams
of raven hair and alabaster flesh
laughter shakes me from sleep but
cold metal holds me still, exposed
to the man in the chair before me.
Laughing
he makes to leave
wipes the smile from my face
deadens the twist in my stomach
but last minute he turns
holding my dignity on a rusted circle; my jailor
lips curling in a sneer
as he snaps the key in the lock.
First my left, then my right
freedom was never as sweet as her snare.

FUCK
YOU
DAN
lipstick, scarlet hate on my chest.
i’m so sorry scott
black eyeliner apology on my thigh.
He shows me the door, an apparition
by his side blows me a red kiss, smears one on his cheek
and waves a diamond
goodbye.

“You got off lightly,” she drags him by his hair
“Trust me.”
I do.