he seemed so dashing
when he first swept
into town, hat cocked
to one side. i was swept
away by his violin.

he promised me adventure.

i thought nothing
of it the first time
he asked me to put on
a costume. there've been
so many since then.

i hold him up. i kill
his enemies. i carry him, safe,
across sheets of needles,
eyes blind with tears
as my own feet are cut.

he promised me adventure.

"there's no other way,"
he tells me, as i am tossed
face-first into a wall
that was in his way. but i know
that's a lie. i'm just waiting

for him to take his finger off
the Y button. then we'll see
just how safe he is without me
underneath him.
then we'll see.