Choking to Death, Beaten to Life
I’m choking and quickly fall down,
I yell as I begin to break down.
You notice in your periphery,
But you have nothing but artillery.
It starts with a beating; you jump me,
But it’s clear I’m desperate, you see.
It’s either death or this, sadly,
So I pretend to take it gladly.
I should be thankful, shouldn’t I?
In fact, you’re some sort of ally.
Perhaps you don’t know the Heimlich,
So, from ignorance, all you do is kick.
As I gasp for air, and begin to feel the bruising,
I remind myself that the choking justifies this abusing.
And with the right punch, it loosens;
I guess that was the solution.
You wait for my thank you,
As my gaslighted brain slowly comes to.
With my first full breath, I show gratitude,
And in your eyes, your ego’s renewed.
The next morning, I see the black and blue,
Tears flow as I have a breakthrough.
My dependence on you didn’t make your strikes justified,
Instead of this trauma, I would have rather died.