In Your Hands
© Black Tangled Heart

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Underneath your menacing hands I know there is insecurity

Your fingertips shake upon my skin; your words are both

Tainted with malice inside a plight of anxiety,

And lined with silk when a smile blossoms

Upon my face.

"My dear," you proclaim, features placid and unsuspecting

When claret lipstick has left my mouth

Smearing itself pink

against

Christian, who I adore with

Everything I am, a deep and boundless love

Only he has proved me capable

of feeling,

and whose beautiful eyes

flicker with fear in your presence.

When I shake beneath your possessive grip

Inside the blackness of the tower, a dank prison

Your whisper is acerbic and harsh

You hold my life in

your hands

There's a power in you that scares me…

I know there is warmth somewhere in your heart

I've seen awe in your eyes when I've sung

You wish to make me a star that glimmers,

Incandescent against the sepia-toned fabric

Of the Underworld

You have offered me affluence in return for fervour

But I have succumbed to the love

I possess

for the writer

We passionately dance to the sorrowful notes of Satie's piano

And sing our silly love songs in the twilight.

Now that you see our adoration I cannot help

But feel a slight tremor of pity in my heart

Your wealth has not mended my broken wings

Nevertheless

Someday, I will be free

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