The chord of my bathrobe hastily thrown over the top of the bedroom door, your wrists bound in its ends. I push the door closed, you can’t reach the handle to free you bonds so now you’re mine. All mine. Our bodies pound into the wood. The walls rattle and the neighbours stir. They hear us crying out. Our joyous cries, the tears of ecstasy. Two people fucking as if their lives depended on it… I realise now that is true than ever before. Without you I could just as easily never take another breath than to draw the next one in. And tragically though my heart is broke, my body keeps breathing just to punish me.