I dreamt he was on top of me (again);
Clawing out his desperate needs
From my skin; branding his hellish
Desires in burn-marks across my thighs
As he rubs forcefully against me.
My stomach recoiling in sickened
Agony as his panting breath breezes
Across my face, and I gasp in
Contaminated air. Ribs aching under
The deadweight that is oh-so-alive
His fingers needling inside me like
Angry daggers and doctor's jabs.
And my breath ragged from fear
And pain as his excited pants grow
In ecstasy and he collapses on me
And sleeps like an overgrown baby.