One universal syllable with a viscious impact. It is not spoken, but set free from my lips that were bound to your convincing blue eyes. I say no objectively. I am not lenient. I am not quivering anymore. My body is a tower with a hand-fashioned foundation and when I say no, your blue eyes turn to ice.
No was the heart murmur I went to the doctor to get checked out. It was my steady breathing and my shaking bottom lip. I am watching some life leave your face. Your freckles lose their color. I am watching a dominant male speciman turn in to a little boy at the one word.
I said no more,
And I was towering.