Hidden in Plain Sight

I was looking down on it. There was nothing I could do.  

He outsized me. He outweighed me. He was much stronger, and pinned me. 

So I left.

I went up.  

Up out of reach. Up out of sight. Up out of the way.  

I watched from the ceiling as he violently bore down with every bit of rage

that culminated in a climax of domination.

“You’re mine,” he seethed, sanguine-stenched, loudly chomping the air next to my ear with a machete threat and a last cut thrust, cauterizing my pain with pain.

He blew me a kiss as he walked out.  My blood showed me that I was made out of paper.   

Torn.

It was only the beginning.