It doesn't have to make sense

With wine stained lips
Hot breath, forked tongue
He pressed his words
Into flesh with harsh hands
He pulled her into the deep end
Fingers entwined in her hair
He pushed her under
Leaving her fighting for air
The shock of being pulled to the surface
For a short gasp of air,
Only to be pushed back under
Her eyes gazing upwards
Wondering what she did,
She stopped fighting,
He let go, allowing her to surface
His face beautiful to her
Only moments ago
Was twisted in a snarl of contempt
Not because she had done anything
Involuntarily,
Because another man had admired her

She pulled herself out of the water
He closed in from behind
hot breath menacing
green eyes cold as stone,
She said, "What is wrong with you!"
He said, "It doesn't have to make sense."