Without voice what she witnessed.
When I could finally climb out and knew I was in my body
on the bed, in my usual position,
it was then that I felt the other body behind me.
He was lying muscle to muscle exactly.
And in his strength, he was trying to crush me.
His shoulders sinewy as in medical textbooks.
His arms wrapped closer and closer about me.
So I was pushing, trying to get free of his legs.
The shock of no face on him.
I wanted to breathe.
I was fighting his thumb in the first direct contact.
Meanwhile, our routine.
David running barefoot to his morning PE.
Poached egg for your protein.
Water tap leaking cold trickle.