Down my skin tight neck,
And past my *******,
Comes his heavy breath,
Peeking in my ****** ear,
Challenging me with the slightest sounds,
Of him being here

A nightmare that reappears,
Something skin clutching,
Ones inner self would disappear
He grips me across my chest,
And apart he tears

Braking ribs to make it there,
I do nothing but stare into a blank silence
As he tells my broken heart to come here...

My ribs on the ground,
there's no repair
Aware that my heart is taken
But the smell of him
is no longer in the atmosphere