Bare back

You can see me in the corner of the room,
Yes, that’s me,
with my knees kissing my lips,
bruised knees, bruised body and a bare back.

I lay there, just like any other day,
while he pushes himself onto me,
he rips open my clothes,
to display my features,
like a mannequin but naked,
his body latching on to mine,
my pain, no longer his concern,
but something to arouse upon,
his hands covering my mouth,
somehow silencing my voice,
but I shout, and scream and cry,
on the inside.
I am muted on the outside.
He presses me so hard that I can not move,
he turns me over like a pillow,
though it hurts more than just a pillow,
but I have no control over it,
he grabs me in places I feel uncomfortable,
he touches places I have never been touched,
places where I imagined my love would touch,
a lot harder and thrashes my body,
like a disposable towel thrown after use,
his finger nails have etched his dominance over me,
over my body and my senses,
I ask him to stop,
because it hurts,
He says IT’S OKAY,
I try to defy but he is somehow stronger,
the lean body I knew had apparently been packed,
with strength to keep me pinned down.
I plead that I am bleeding,
it’s not a good time,
not that it ever was,
but this time it was worse,
it was painful , a lot more than usual,
I beg him to not do this,
and let me be this week,
for I was his to do whatever he pleases,
wherever he pleases, however he pleases,
in the days to come,
but his lust knew no bounds.
He amused himself on my screams,
mistaking my screams for my moans,
painful moans.

He hurt me tonight,
like he always does,
and left me be in the corner I am now.
He then threw clothes at me,
the same ones he had defiled before,
and asked me to tidy up,
because Mom was coming,
and she couldn’t find out that her newly wed daughter in law,
was lying naked in a corner.