Coal Eyes, Sapphire Tears

He strapped me to a chair with chains and barbed wire.
He watched as metallic thorns pierced my skin a thousand times,
As blood trickled down my naked body.

With his sinister smile,
He slowly drew my withered and tortured love from those wounds in frail wisps.
Ribbons in water,
Incense.
Dry dust.

Then he infused me with unwanted longing for him that felt like it would never cease.

If I could, I would barrel, full force to shatter that glass clock
Just to go to a time when I could hold your hand or tickle your body with butterfly kisses.

I would pause that moment when you said you would always be mine.
Rewind it so I could hear those words leave your lips again.

I would whisper "I love you" while we kissed.
You would swallow those words and they would never leave your body

I contemplate how your coal eyes could produce sapphire tears.