I am Mine
I am his.
His gnarled hands around my throat.
Grasping,
shaking,
pulling me towards him.
I will forever be his.
The screaming is drowned out only by the ringing in my ears,
like bees buzzing in my brain.
I am his.
as the air leaves my lungs,
I am pulled.
not by him,
by something deep within me.
Fight or flight?
Fight or flight?
For the first time,
I chose to fight.
I push,
as hard as my small,
frail,
oxygen depleted body could manage,
I push.
As he falls,
slamming into the old oak dresser behind him,
I am sure-
I AM MINE.
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