Zyphera

The kiss announces the slap. The slap after the kiss. You have trained me as a beaten child, to feel pain enough to not be afraid any more. If I know it is coming then I am not suspicious. And more, you presented it to me as a sign of tenderness. You told me “This is love”. You told me “This is how others do”. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. The first time, you strongly held my wrist so I would not escape. You had even apologized. With the time, you released my arm understanding I won’t leave. You have not apologized again. After kiss and slap, touch and burning came. After each more and more intense caress, you have committed a small crime – a slow torture. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Launched as arrows, your words pierced my skin. So my skin got thicker. Your anger, as a hammer, collapsed on my head. So its bones became hardened. Your ignorance to me was a chilling wind that iced my blood. So my blood became blue iced.  Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Thus, your violence has sculpted a new form of me. You were trained. I was used. You cut your gun into my head strong bones. You made bullet from my iced blood. Through holes in my skin, you hit the mark. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. You have finished me. After the last hug, that time, you have got my soul. Then you said “This is love”. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.