Suspended reality,
Dangles from the loose ends
Chain and lust
Then from the ashes
Fist
The punch,
And strike
Follow strike
He lashes in ecstatic rage
The piques metaphoric pot
Frothing
Cascading
The flames lick and spread
Spread in anger flood
He beats
Fist
Slap
Then red
Red, is all she sees
Then gone
Frozen moments
On couch
His whirlwind and the mess
The stains
The broken glass remain
And sit
She does not cry
She does not scream
She sits
And then memory is gone
No tears, forgotten
Emersed in the distraction
Fumbled lies
And fabrications
And in ten minutes hes back
Nothing
Not one word uttered
He grunts and sits beside
And no questions no words
Then the lashes come
From serpent tongue they lash
As others fill the scene of crime
The scene of rage
As though nothing has happened
And whip, his tongue lashes
Extending from shadows
Writhing to taunt
Then slap
A scar, but only through his words
The clever tormentor bites
Bites with acid tongue
And all is yet forgiven
As inside she cries
To give in would be to lose
And she restrains
But that is just it
And people leave
She knows she is not safe for long
But life is life
The bruises are bruises
And reverie is only instant sanctum
Her love dies here
Her heart a corpse
She does not love him
She cannot escape him
She lives in fear of the time they are alone
Knives and threats
But all barely skin deep
