I swallow my teeth as he pounds his fist into my face
The blood seeps down my face
Crimson tears down my face
As Tyler makes mincemeat out of me
And for that one moment
When I swing back and skin meets skin
My anger collides with his flesh
And the pain transcends me
And I don't worry about my
Five-Figure paycheck
Ikea Furniture
DKNY shoes
Empty refrigerator
Marla Singer
All nothing
(Well, maybe not Marla)
I am not my job or my khakis or my car
I am the pain, pulsing through my skin
I am my black, swollen eye
I am my teeth jangling like loose change in my mouth
And I am free in all the ways Tyler is
And all the ways I wish I always was