Crushed

Crushed

Stumbling on the harshness of his words, the steps steepened.
Her sensitivity further crushed under foot echoing steps,
as hollow as her heart.
The passage way narrowed as the margins of her mind closed in,
no calculations of escape.

There were no corners to be turned,
the passage straight and narrowing,
She pressed on, shoulders rubbing against the rough walls,
as scars cluttered her smooth naked skin.

Facing the end wall, her face forced up against it,
no back in the small tight place.
Feeling the walls close behind,
she silent screamed and made herself comfortable.