Question Poem by Amelie Ison

How many times do you have to kill me
For my life to be over?
You have already put the knife in my back,
Must you bring the axe down on my neck?
I stand before you with wobbling legs,
Knowing that the arrow in my shoulder
Was not sent from Cupid's bow with love—
You hold the weapon that is to slaughter me
Whilst I am held in place with only a rope.
I could easily run but my mind deceives me:
It convinces me it will all be over soon.
But how many times would you kill me
Just to feel the power it brings you?
And how many times will you watch me burn
Just to feed yourself with the flames?