we might meet again today
which shouldn't terrify me as much as it does.
has it come so far
that I am afraid of you?
afraid of the prospect of seeing you,
being confronted with how much power you hold over me?
I can't help it.
it's leverage now, what I feel.
no longer something I can be proud of but something that will be used against me.
and I don't trust you to spare me.
I am spread out,
cut open for your eyes.
you can see it all.