Gritty spit and gravelly smile
his unravelling lips
shiver me.
Dusty thick fingers
from hands that tell me
to choke the protest in
my tight throat.
Tubular air escapes
soundless.
Tramp tramp
an army
my ear to the floor.
Fleshy linoleum cushions me,
I see a mud maze
fallen from his boots
casting shadows
parallel to my own.
He hollows out my mouth
he digs, he digs
my filthy skin.
Socks slip, I bang my ankle
and break a nail
and there’s blood on his hands
like jam.

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