Jolted awake
in the midst
of the
noir night
a deadly
grip
grabs my
thigh
his palms
sweaty
breathing heavy
echoes of halt
restrict
in my
sunken mouth
I lay
still as can be
heavy grunt
tells my mind
he will soon
unprison
me
but tell me
how free can one
be?
for
the gaping
hole
is left
in me