Invisible

Refusing

It's dinnertime.
I'm not eating.
I never do.
I will never eat
his cooking.

He stares at me,
for the first time in...ever.

"Eat!"

It's an order
not a question or plea.
It's to be obeyed.

I

don't

eat.

His chair scrapes back
and it makes me flinch.
cccccBut I flinch even more
cccccwhen he takes my neck
cccccand forces my head back.

He's
cccccnever
touched me before.

He shoves food and more
food down my throat.

Too fast.
I can't swallow.
I'm choking.
Someone HELP.

But then he releases me

and I can choke the food down.

I leave the room and run, run

to the bathroom.

My fingers making their
way down my throat.

and I'm choking
cccccon vomit instead.