propped up on the bar stool
and laughing over the counter
i turn to see your face

a wave a numbness commands over my body
dreadful memories oppress every ounce of my happiness

my bottle drops to the ground
corona and shards back up
walls closing in at the tune of your steps
seeping into the concrete with every thought

…thinking back on a few years ago…

me clutching to the grimy floor

teeth chattering
spine shattering

you reek of booze
and stale cocaine

i can still feel my own blood seep through my clothes
as i hold on to my last ounce of sanity
screaming, pushing ,fighting, biting
put me back into “my place”


i relive my unanswered plea
i relive the bruises
i relive the scars
your fist devoted to my ribs
your hands committed to my throat

“So sorry Master, so sorry Sir”

Lose Eye Sight, Lose Memory, Lose Energy

Ninety - Two