Promises
Was it the scent of a God?
Or the stench of a demon
In the air
She wondered as she wiped away the semen
From her hair
She felt scared
Her eyes fixed on the door
She never felt that she could be the woman she now saw
She needed someone to trust
Her life in suspense
Cause accidents can happen
In the throes of anal passion
Like contraction
Mute patterns
Map her darkest fears
It’s only fear that supersedes
The tears that now appear
So did she mean to cross the line?
Or just a game she play
With certainty she carried on
And now she has to pay
Or can she save herself
She prayed to Jah almighty
Only the cracks between her fingers
Saw his body move slightly
Wrong or rightly together
Frightened fugitives of pleasure
The swellings on her legs
Attest to when they tried to sever
Whether never is enough
She knew the promises they made
The promises they made
The countless promises they made
It’s too far-gone
Since the purging of desire
The only way to have your way
It now transpires
Is to kill or be killed
Then cover your tracks
With all sentiment gone
There’s nothing colder than the facts
Black, black, black thoughts
Frequent meetings were illicit
She wanted what he needed
Violation not diseases
Body freezes
Then teases
Acts of squalor and frenzy
There’s no envy
Or holding on to future past memories
It’s explicit
But this ya kind a thing them now prohibit
From the spillage
She hovered on his one last thought
His face taut and wretched
Weeping soars infected
In a breath
He summoned up a whisper in her ear
Saying something ‘bout the governance
Of sex, lies, fears
It’s now on every other corner
It’s now on every other corner
The promises she made
The promises she made
The countless promises she made
It’s now on every other corner