By: Adreyo Sen

Nights, I am Jane Eyre
ready to submit in the warm of silk
to Rochester.

My Rochester! Once he was
Beauty’s beast. I stole him
from the undeserving thing. Then he was Jackman
as Wolverine. His claws made me mad
with anticipation.

Avengers past, my Rochester
is large and green and mean.
I close my eyes and imagine
crying in delight
as he tears through me, passionate,
sweet. Therein lies his brutality.