Shh. Quiet for you. Making you feel my silence. Making you fill my silence. Making you translate whimpers. I know you like my mouth- but you'll have to find other uses for me today. Even though you'll miss my sarcastic remarks, I think you'll enjoy this. You will, won't you? You like taking things from me now. My breath, my inhibitions, my pain, my freedom. My words are just one more thing to add to your list. I know what's next. I know you'll take more. Strip away my senses one by one- because you know it scares me. That's alright. I'm a good girl, I can handle it. Try your very hardest. Maybe I'll cry for you. I know you crave those hard to come by tears. Maybe even more than you crave my blood. And when it's over. When I haven't held anything back from you, you can remove that tape- and maybe, just maybe- I'll sing like a bird. After all- I am terribly easy for you, aren't I?
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