Victim

Your hands tight around my throat

You pull the words from my insides

A guttural growl

No shape, no form

Your fist hard against my gut

Every thought escapes

As the wind from my spirit takes flight

Nothing solid, except the concrete

Where you leave me kneeling

Beaten

A thief in the night

Stealing the only thing that was ever mine

Hearing only what you want to

Everything except my cries

NH

2013