defend.

she was writing
for him.
she didn’t even
realise
the control
she had
succumbed to.

a different kind
of creative muse.
his eyes
were distant,
yet always
watching
the forceful pull.

the sound spilled
forward and flooded
their apartment.
like his cereal
when the cat
leapt to her defence.

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