Heavy and Weightless

breaking point

(*trigger warning* violence)

You're crushing me.

And not figuratively,

You're literally actually

Crushing me.

Body pressed tightly

Against my back,

Arm hooked around my neck.

I'm crying hot streams

Of tears.

I may as well be crying

Blood- our blood.

It's a silent agony, I writhe

And struggle but make

Not even the quietest sound.

I don't protest in the way

Of words or begging.

I protest in the way of

Fuck you.

Slamming you against the

Wall seemed smart

Before but now

We're on the floor.

There's not much I

Can do in the way of

Getting the weight

Of you off of me.

You reek of alcohol,

And the anger resonates

Off of you.

It's gently stroked into

How violently you're

Choking me right now.

You're beyond pissed,

Not necessarily at me,

But maybe you should be.

After a while my eyes

Are dotted with these

Circular shadows.

Maybe, I think,

Maybe I'm dying.

Maybe you're genuinely

Killing me in this moment.

It's hard to tell if I'm

Losing vision because the

Light was off in here when

We scuffled in, struggling.

The tile is cold against

My cheek and I can't

Tell if we've been like

This for just a few minutes

Or hours. Before I

Black out there's sound

Above us. There's a

Commotion and then

You're off of me,

Pulled off it seems.

The person looks

Squirmish at the sight

They've seen but they

Don't say a thing and

Neither will I.

Because this noose around

My neck is literal and everyone

Here can feel it.