Would you let me out or keep me in?

They put the bars in front of me like that was supposed to change something.

It didn’t.

I can still look at you the same way. Slow. Intentional. Like I’m already deciding how this ends.

Dangerous women don’t need open doors.

We just need your attention long enough to make you forget the lock was ever there.

Come closer if you want.

I won’t bite…
unless you ask nicely.

Would you risk it?