isolation is cruel

a lot of the times he's there

a lot of the time he's sitting next to me

hand on my leg, digging his nails into my skin

whispering frozen, bottomless words into my ear

running his fingers along my chin and resting on my neck

caressing my throat 

his chest rumbles with maleficent laughter 

there are times when's playing with my hair

there are times when's behind me, and wraps his arms around my body

and there are times where his teeth are latched on my neck, nibbling away,

slowly engulfing, consuming, swallowing

sometimes I let him do what he wants to me

sometimes I welcome it

sometimes I beg for it

and almost always

he greets me with a smile