Trigger warning: domestic violence
The scenario seemed simple.
Your thought always contradicted mine.
Distance felt contracted
Slivered pieces of time.
And I lay there on the bare floor,
And the dust and I made one splaying
Of emotions and feelings and disaster
As each breath I took blew around things unseen,
Rising to fall back between
The rings in the shallow carpet floor
That futon pad of a sleeping place
Where I found disgrace in myself
Without acknowledging myself
In the clutches of a person
Who choked me out.
And couldn’t remember.
How unfair for me to see
The day akin to an honored memory.
Remember how I lost trust that way?
Honoring love that died that day.
