After the Capture

I have written the story of your betrayal in lipstick,
I have seen through the binoculars the weapons you use to trap me.
Still, I have not surrendered.

I let you come close,
let you touch my brown lipstick.
I even praised your binoculars.

You never realized that I had caught it all.
After so many lies, you never once bowed your head;
you never learned how to bend.

Looking me straight in the eye while lying doesn't frighten you at all—and that's what frightens me!

You have won.
I have never seen such a grand victory before.
I left a bouquet of flowers on your table.
You are the real human being, you are grammar, you are the law.