You traced your fingers around my face, pushing my hair back ever so gently

Your hand trailed to my throat and clenched around it, not gently.

I gasped for air, and you laughed, Tell me darling was it funny ?

You whispered "you're mine" more objectively than subjectively

My body trembled and you held it down like a lion subduing prey and you smiled

I tried to get away but your hands clenched tighter around my throat and it was harder to breath

I couldn't talk, I couldn't scream, was it **** if i never said no ?

Your other hand trailed up my short skirt, must've been asking for it

Numbed by fear, by pain, by memories of when my father would choke me too

But death was always his objective, not this

I couldn't help to think maybe I was better off dead

Maybe he should of gone through with it, maybe my mom should've never stopped him

He was a bad shot but my god did he always get close

Just one inch closer

This would've never happened

I would've never been this empty inside

You took what you wanted and I can't ever get it back