She looked at me weirdly today
And then not at all
And then my mind took me on another adventure
Where her hands were a harness around my neck
To keep my head upright, and my throat closed
Where her hands cut lengths of my hair off in my sleep
And began to weave a blanket to smother me with
Where her hands made fire and burnt my skin so it crackled
To show that I am lesser and I am not so fierce
And it took a while for me to escape my miserable dream
And find peace again in my sub-conscience
But also to rid the memory that her hands will return
To torment me again