Day 7: write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question.


Your comments were flattering, at first
You had me convinced
You crept up on me, with your charm and wile
Those eyes should have given me a clue
You were broken without me, you said
No-one ever warned me about men like you
You told me it wouldn’t hurt
I asked you to take your hands away
You didn’t stop when I asked you to
I watched the sunlight running right across the ceiling
The rays were as stealthy quiet as you
I asked you to take your hands away
Do you remember?