press your blackened fingers into me. Cigarette smoke trails from your chipped lips and the familiar scent entices me. A dangerous fire flickers in your eyes. I can’t bring myself to look away, and you know it all too well. With your cheshire smile, you chain me down and entrap me within a birdcage.
Sing, you say, and so I sing. A note of disapproval resounds from your throat, the disappointment clear in your eyes.
Dance, you demand, and like a puppeteer, I twirl and waltz.
You stand and leave, a grin of satisfaction upon your cheeks.