Poems: The Portrait

With my wrist bound
in rope
you paint a picture 
of my heart
hang it on the wall
will it brighten 
will it bloom like a flower
as you grip my hair
and bring me to my knees
at your knees
where my soul finds salvation
dance with my synapses
find the balance
take the whole of me
my body is yours
you will destroy me 
and I will love you
as the marks begin to show
as the tears fall onto pale cheeks
as you bring me to my knees
there you will love me
and the painting of my heart
will bleed all over the room of our lives

-Madelina Horn