Silence. requiem

When you screw me
without a care in the world
, you bastard
I stare at the ceiling
through forced and wretched eyelids,
eyelids that I fight down
like the goddamn food
in my turning,sickened,heaving stomach.

The heavy stubble and stench
on the lips and neck,
and the breath on my face
when you hold me so tenderly
makes me retch and gag, rapist.
but you don't notice
because your mouth
doesn't touch my lips again.

&!. reviews appreciated like the sun in england