lights out,
room
full of damn shadows.
his rage spills over,
a wildfire tearing into me,
and i just take it.

every thrust is a punch,
a brutal jab of his anger.
his hands don’t caress—they grab,
digging into my shoulders,
pushing me down.
i’ve tolerated this for too long,
my body his punching bag
whenever life shits on him.

the room shakes with his fury,
each movement a crude, ugly...