Your stomach drops out.
every hair on your body stands on end
your chest is tight,
so you go numb
you can still feel your heart drumming in your ears
A battle cry of life.
Your lungs filled with lead
So nauseated, you can’t fight.
And you see the spots of your vision dancing around you;
a sickly ballet
Then you can feel his hand
Pressure under your chin,
Forced to look at the sky
Looking at the dawn of night
I should have never let you in.
feel his fingers wrapped around your thigh
His nails digging in deeper with every breath he takes
The splitting injury that you can’t describe
An axe through your gut.
The unbearable torment that spreads throughout.
The collapse of fear
beating through your heart.
Permeating every sense with a sharp pang.
And with a rough sigh,
he is done.

Andrew W.
2-23-20