Broken In

Your benign fist 
hovers,
but never
hits, never 
needs to
when serrated words 
are fit to rip me
while your toxic lips
suck me shriveled, 
identity crippled,
until I fumble
into my hollow,
searching for 
my spine.
You wore me down. 
You rode me through
             like a saddle.
To mount. 
To reign from.