my heart–like a gong–
resonating
in the cramped chamber of chest space
threatening to throttle me senseless
leaving me vulnerable and helpless
like the dizzying tide sucking at my brain
it’s enough to squeeze out a scream
and scrabble for any escape
my skin–seamed and stained–
where your fingers scalded my flesh
these invisible haunts
where you may as well have left fresh paint
to stake your claim
so insistently does the flesh throb
so apparent each caress just from the steam evoked
it’s enough to make me drag you down by the throat
and wring out more
©️ 2008
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 