Brutal Actions

He showed up
Sharp pains ran up the lining of my spine
He knew what to do
Fists clenched bed sheets
Items of personal belongings
Had been thrown about
In a wild fury
Against the wall,
My objects were puzzle pieces
Compared to the wall

From the shakiness of my knees
To the trembles I could not contain
I began to tumble on the hard wood
My whole world crumbled before my eyes

His actions were wild screams
As it spoke volumes
Slowly brought back
From my forceful slumber

Bed sheets
Stained with
Vile contents that resonated from within

I did not contend or contested
He withered me
Hollowed me out
Only to discard me

He used
He abused
For his own sick pleasures

At last I could not fight back
He never like it when I struggled