If someone snagged me
yanked me choking
into light
bludgeoned me
and ripped me
belly to breast,
they’d find you
inside—

your barbed wire arms
caught deep in flesh
already hardened
into scars

my slatted ribs a crate
that can’t contain
your shame

the saddle of my pelvis
weighted with rocks
you threw
and then forgot.

Your choice
to bluff your life
takes mine.