the cold metal
against my temple
your warm hand
across my mouth
your soft voice
dancing in my ear
you spoke in soft caring tones
but your words so cruel
your hand guided me towards a car
a man inside grabbed my waste
forcing me down into the seat
the belt across my waste by him
my eyes brimming with tears so cold
a large man's shoulder at my arm
a soft sounding hum from you
in the seat at the front