Pull, Push

You don't spare me. Full weight on my back. You've used your knees to pin my arms at my sides. My legs are useless, my feet just off the edge of the bed can't find purchase anywhere.

The hand on the back of my head is gentle at first, but you gradually spin my hair tighter and tighter into your fingers. My scalp tingles, then aches. The pain spools down from those tortured follicles.

My neck is angled back, my windpipe is squeezed. The air echoes as I pull it in and push it out. You have my head yanked so far towards you I can see you face, upside down, your pointed teeth show between curved lips.