he sleeps twisted inside of me
hands tight on my bruised lungs
if I had a voice
with him
it would slice my own tongue
and when he moves to awake
his easy turn on my hand
burns through everything I know
one slow thrust into my dignity
and I split in two
and I don’t know
which one is me
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
visceral…and raw…I love this piece..
Wow, what a stronghold. So sad; well written.