He sits upon me,
Above
my
b r e a s t,
Bottling my breath,
Within my chest.
He licks
my wounds,
With his salty tongue,
He boxes me
In a world of dun.
He m u t t e r s mendacities
Into my ears,
Filling my mind
With malicious 
fears.
He wraps his fingers
Around my p u l s e …
Pushing my gut,
As my lungs convulse.
He sits upon me,
On those sleepless nights,
Above
my
breast,
Ruling my life.
Coffee With Catharsis 