Your Fist Poem by Claire Abbott

I'm watching, I'm waiting
I can see you from the corner of my eye.
Its heartbreaking.

Your fist makes contact with my face,
I can feel your heart race,
The blood pulsing in your veins,
Here comes your fist again.

The anger in your eyes.
Your shouting, your shaking,
Oh god here we go again.

I'm screaming, but no sound comes out,
I'm hurting, as I hear you shout.
I feel the pain as I break,
Oh god, how much more can I take?

Your weight crushing me,
Forcing me down,
I can't get my breath as you push me to the ground.

Ripping my clothes,
Stealing my dignity,
I won't give up!
You can take my body but you will never have me.

The pain is burning through me,
As my flesh is ripped and torn,
Oh god help me,
I wish that I was never born

Darkness closes in around,
My body lifeless on the ground,
Run away from what you have done,
Go on - leave me here to die.