Is tonight the night
Life will end for me

His drunken stench
Sure does sour me

He reaches out
And shoves me down

Onto the floor
Then atop me he's bound

I struggle under the pressure
Of sixty pounds times three

He places his hands
Around my throat they are mean

Our eyes then do lock
It's just crazy I see

Must try to breathe
As my air's leaving me

Struggling more with my might
I reach out to my right

A handle I feel
Of a pan it must be

As my eyes see black
And my breath leaves me

My hand clenches tight
On the handle I feel

I hit him on his head
To the floor he then falls

I crawled out from under
The sixty pounds times three

The air which I had lost
Begins to return to me

I must get away
But a problem I see

To where do I go
For he'll surely find me.

I was lucky and was able to get away. But in so many cases it is a very difficult thing to do!

Love to All!
Laurie