I breathe...
The very essence of me
Breathes in the deep scent of you.
You are not my lover.
I love you, but you are not my lover.
I watch as they thrust inside you,
Digging deeper… With no show of penitence.
You quake with pain, wail with sorrow, weep with abhorrence.
What we do to you…
Why do we continue?
How do you continue…
You don’t.
You won’t you say?
But we preserver, relentless.
You try again to fight back as you have before,
But we are not as easily dispensed as this.
Deeper they thrust; prying past what is considered ancient,
Sacred,
Tossing it aside as they progress.
Forward, onward, deeper, deeper.
Withdrawing from you briefly,
again they penetrate you.
You convulse to your core.
Why do we continue…
How do you continue?
You don’t.
You stop.
We don’t stop.
We stop.
I hold my breath.
I can't breathe...
