his eyes grab at mine through blue irises

darker than the sky at the lowest hour

not with soft hands he once took tenderly in mine

but rough weapons

his fingers wrap around my lungs

choking me with his words

I hold my breath when he slams his entrance

like an earthquake shaking my bones

I become a mouse when it hears the cat's bell

he doesn't lay a finger on me

only for comforting

words beat me until I am numb

spots flash before my eyes

I remain standing with shaky knees

I keep my tounge on a leash in fear of relatiation

today I set it free

a suitcase at my feet

on a hard leather bus seat

doctoring my invisible wounds

bandaging my hurt