Without Permission

'it's very important you get the mood in the picture..'
as four o'clock rolled around the natural light began to fade
and you blamed me for all the new shadows
cursing under your breath
pawing through your bag muttering something about how I might pass for human
If you could get this one in black and white
And I curled up
My body contorted into a shape your camera may or may not mistake for real
As long as I kept my eyes my raw lips and chattering teeth carefully hidden
Wrapping my arms tightly around my cold skin trying to contain the shiver
Meanwhile concealing all the burns on my thighs and fingers
And what was left of my wings
Scars from all the times I ignored the warning blaze of your hot temper and
Touched you
Without permission