I tremble
in the shadow
of your fist's silhouette.
Your drunken-stenched breath
grips my nostrils
as your hand clutches my neck.
I gag. You strike;
the first blow erases
my vision, blood trails
the path of your hand
to my ******* - gullible preys.
You strip away my clothing,
seams loosening in duress,
exposing more than flesh.
My useless limbs, bound
as you force-feed
your will. . .
I've forgotten how to scream.