Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Don't moan.
Don't shout.
Bubble. Hiss. Pop.
Another tooth loosened.
He does not stop.
Your limbs are canvas,
Blank and clear.
You watch him smear:
Red and white.
Black and blue.
His name a purple hue,
Running down your back.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Don't moan.
Don't shout.
You wonder if he will bury your body when finished.
No, you think.
You are trophy.
You are prize.
When he is finished,
He will drag you up.
Pin you high.
Your twisted limbs and hanging jaw will remind him:
Of victory.
Domination.
Subjugation.
Your submission.
His position.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Don't moan.
Don't shout.
Run while you still have time.
Before man calls you 'mine'.
