Jolted

Awake

From an all black dream

Noir night

You’re touching me

My palms

Sweaty

Your breathing

Heavy

My throat

Constricts

When Words

Of halt

Try to

Flow out

These words

Don’t

Echo out

So instead

I lay

As still as can be

A manly grunt

Signals

You will soon

Unprison me

But how free can one be

For the gaping hole

is

Still left in me