Coercion From Within

I kept telling him, begging him to stop

Without listening he continued to whip

Tongues licking my back with every pop

Layers of blood skin it did strip

Biting words and caustic crass clatter

Verbally tearing with vicious vexing

Scraping sensitivity and sick scatter

Penetrating pedantic of his prattling pity perplexing

Gritting my teeth and holding my tongue

His battering banter invigorates my will

Pushes me forward as I reach the high rung

Drinking down depression with a daunting drill

Forcing my arm he punches my own face

Screaming and shrieking and screeching

Thrashing towards that painful embrace

The rung just inches away from my reaching

He digs my soul, my ventricle, my dendrite

Controls where I walked, how I saw, what I said

Sends me kicking forward toward my fight

He hostels horridly in my horrible hookup of a head