Pulse

By: C. T. H.

when you speak
your words wrap
tight hands
around my gasping throat
stifling me in
choking silence

when you look
your calculating eyes
over my body
surveying the geography
you think you own
your greedy gaze
scorches

when you touch
your poison arrows
wither life
traces of death
scarring everywhere your
fingers
trespass

i am here
against nightmare odds
every breath a rebellion
every
heart.
pounding.
pulse.
a revolution