Bodies

There are moments
Where my body is no longer mine
When The hands of the past
Firmly grab me by my throat

The memory of your breath
Tickling the back of my neck
Freezing me on spot
Like a deer in the headlights

The world was tilted, spiraling
Spinning in a dizzy perspective
But in that moment
Blurred edges, sharpened into clarity

You stole a piece of my sanity
With the struggle to control
An aspect of my agency
But never will you steal my soul

My body is my choice
My body is my boundaries
My body is not yours to abuse
My body is mine.