Your voice crawls 
from your throat like a monster 
with too many eyes and legs 
and it's

unexpected.


I'm trapped.


I'm         choking on your anger, 
dissolving in the 
thunderclap
that issues from your throat.

The certainty of entrapment eviscerates 
me as your tirade empties 
me out and then shakes 
me back up and leaves 
me quivering 

in the echoing vacuum that 
follows the crack 
of your voice like rope

when you talk to me 
like that.