and he talks and he threatens and he has a deep voice and he is.
big and he has long arms and he isn’t leaving, he says, and he is
strong and he pulls me down and gets on top o f me and says I
owe him and he fucks me and I say God Y ou must stop him
now but God don’t stop him, God don’t have no problem
with this, God rides on the back o f the man and I see Him there
doing it and the man uses his teeth on me where men fuck and
G od ’s for him and I’m wondering w hy He likes people being
hurt and I’m past hating Him and past Him and I can’t beg
Him no more for respite or help or death and the big man has
his teeth between m y legs, inside me and on the flesh all
around, he’s biting, not a little, deep bites, he’s using his teeth
and biting into the lips o f m y labia and I’m thinking this is not
happening and it is not possible and it is not true and I am
thinking it will stop soon because it must stop soon but it does
not stop soon because the man has fucked but it means nothing
to him except he had to do it so he did it but this is w hy he is
here, the real reason, this biting in this place, he is wanting to
do this other awful thing that is not like anything anyone ever
did before and I say this is not happening and even Y ou are not
so cruel to let this man do this and keep doing it and not
making him stop but the man has long arms and he’s driven, a
passionate man, and he holds me down and he has long legs
and he uses his arms and legs to keep me pinned down and he is
so big, so tall, he can have his face down there and still he
covers me to hold me down, m y shoulders, m y breasts; but
m y head twists back and forth, side to side, like some loose
head o f a doll screwed on wrong. He is cutting me open with
his teeth, he looks up at me, he bites more, he says lovers’
things, he is the great lover and he is going slow, with his
mouth, with his teeth, and then watching m y head try to
screw itself o ff m y neck; and he gets in a frenzy and there’s no
words for this because pain is littler and sweeter and someday
it ends but this doesn’t end, will not end, it will never end, it’s
dull, dirty, rusty knives cutting my labial lips or the edge o f a
rusty tin can and it’s inside me, his teeth reaching inside me
turning me inside out, the skin, he is pulling me open and he is
biting inside me and I’m thinking that pain is a river going
through me but there’s no words and pain isn’t a river, there’s
just one great scream past sound and my mind moves over, it
moves out o f m y head, I feel it escape, it runs away, it says no,
not this, no and it says you cannot but the man does and my
mind just fucking falls out o f my brains and I am past being
anything God can help anyway and He’s making the man
stronger, H e’s making the man happy, the man likes this, he is
liking this, and he is proud to be doing it so good like a good
