attacks and assaults

moving up,
moving on
[supposedly]
your mind running around the inside of your head
and scribbling on the walls,
skull-coated with lipstick and red crayon

and eyes like ice and
malicious personified
renaissance-art hands turned evil,
fists and palms
thumbs in your larynx,
arms around your neck
a chokehold

girl,
[such a strange word, that. context is everything]
lost,
factuality behind layers of tracing-paper time
usefulness gone

but left
a sense of panic,
the heart pounding its fists against sternumprison ribs,
fists and feet,
a bloodflow like adrenaline
fear
breathing

and it's not all love and chains,
ladies in spandex / leather;
it's a word in the dark
and a thousand showers under bright lights,
a smell you can't get off,
a pair of blue-ice eyes and a sine-wave lip, merciless
a pressure and a smirk and
a secret you were never meant to share

&you never thought she was pretty,
anyways.