Communication

Don’t be nervous, my love,

He says.
Eyes ripe with task,
His snarling lip
And unbreakable grasp.

He says it again.
He lays me down.
He tries to pretend
I make no sound.

He pricked my gate
And had before.
But this time, wait!
He broke the door.

Communication
Can be impaired.
I was not nervous,
I was scared.

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