His voice is like whiplash
Throw me through the windscreen
His words unfastened my seat-belt
His warmth deceived me
He said "let me be your safe place"
But this safe place was not in the arms of someone I thought I may one day come to love
This safe place was in the passenger seat
This safe place was 70mph with the headlights turned off
And as we come to a grinding halt, and the world seems to slow down
I look to the person sat beside me,
Mid air, heading for the concrete
He does not look, he does not extend an arm
He makes no effort to save me
Instead he catapults me further into the black hole I was so tirelessly clawing my way out of
He is wearing his seatbelt
I am on the pavement, my bones are splintered
And my skin is red raw
He unfastens his seatbelt
He opens the driver's door, steps out
And walks away
Without a stumble, second glance, a shred of guilt.
I am left tangled in the bed linen he ruined
I am left to exist in the skin and bones he sodomised
I am left to live within the four walls that watched.
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