Press and
Press and
Press
To my throat, to my legs,
To everything in between
Fetter me down,
Broken and bound against a cold floor
A scream bubbles at my lips
Trapped in my lungs, struggling to escape,
To beg, to cry, to ask for help
It stays behind my ribs, down where I can’t reach
I muster my courage, open my mouth;
A shriek that comes out as a whisper,
And then, quiet