"..My brutish hands snatch your ribcage; your hand cups my jaw. I see your lower lip tremble as you pull me towards your face. I grin with your calculated kisses. I find you in tears, and you look through me to say don’t ask why. I press your frame on me, tense inside you as I’ve never roughly done, wishing you would never forget this dark mind. I own your wrists. You made me want them."