Visceral

Where have you been?
Who are you seeing?
Questions firing,
as you're grabbing my hair and pulling.
I'm forced into
helplessly following.
Sliding closer to the edge,
you're just about to break.
I whimper
after a vicious yank.
As I hit carpet,
 your blade appears from your coat...
the tip caressing and dancing
across my throat.
A line of blood
appears along its downward journey...
Blade slitting skin open,
like honey.
Pain, sharp and stinging...
My child lies helplessly within;
silently sleeping.
Struggling, fighting, screaming,
pleading...
Through your drunken haze,
comprehension starts to rise...
Safe, my little one, safe...
you will still be allowed life.

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