HIS ARMS

Strongly around me.
In a death grip, holding me.
'I can't breathe, honey', I said.
'Oh I'm so sorry, baby.'
'But,'
'Get used to it', he said.

HIS ARMS.

A stranger pushed me when we were walking down the road.
Strongly around my shoulder, his hand came.
In a way that it hurt.
'You're hurting me, honey', I said.
'Oh I'm so sorry, baby.'
'But,'
'Get used to it', he said.

HIS ARMS.

We were at the altar.
Asked to kiss.
We did.
From my neck, his hands rested on my waist.
Slowly it tightened.
I broke the kiss.
'You're holding me really tight, honey', I said.
'Oh I'm so sorry, baby.'
'But,'
'Get used to it', he said.

HIS ARMS.

We made love.
Now lying in the bed with our legs tangled and my face buried in his chest.
His strong arms around my torso.
Fingers digging into my flesh.
'It's hurting, honey. It will later cause a bruise', I said.
'Oh I'm so sorry, baby.'
'But,'
'Get used to it', he said.

HIS ARMS.

We were fighting.
And suddenly there was a silence.
Cuz his hands were tightly around my throat.
'You're choking me, honey', I said.
'Never argue back, bitch.'
'And,'
'Get used to it', he said.

HIS ARMS.

I was sick.
He asked me to join him in bed.
I did.
His hands tightly around the hem of my shirt ready to rip it off.
'Please stop. I'm sick, honey', I said.
I was slapped hard.
'Do as you are told, whore.'
'And,'
'Get used to it', he said.

HIS ARMS.

I was pregnant.
I was nauseous.
I couldn't eat.
But I was asked to eat.
'I'm nauseous. Please take this food away, honey', I said.
'Eat or I'll kick this bump, you slut.'
'And,'
'Get used to it', he said.

HIS ARMS.

........