the confidence in her stride
eyes that read every inch of my body
in one glance
It was her eyes that stripped me
of my own self-love
the disgust on her face reaching
through my skin to the bone
It was her smile that melted me
a half-moon upon bitter lips
a pitying shake of the head
that molded me into a beggar
It was her hair that captured me
dark brown rope circling around my body
like a snake attacking its prey
and I was hers for the taking
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