Fragile in my hands, I squeeze what I deperately want to break.
Your head smacks against the cold cement but the sound is soft, compared to your voice. Your breath hurts but I can ease when it

suddenly

stops.

And I shake.

If I begged you to be silent,

and you swallowed that bile

that you call words

I would enjoy you.

I have tears in my eyes-
I have to release your throat to wipe them away.