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Ripping, tearing,

gasping, swearing.

.

My nails are torn as I

grapple for the doorknob.

Crimson rivulets of blood

streaming down my leadened arm.

I hate you.

.

Another broken bottle hits the wall.

Shards of broken promises cut me

like razor-sharp teeth.

Another bout of screaming.

Of throat-ripping rage; howling,

too angry to form coherent words.

Another fist flying like a swan;

as graceful as it is deadly.

Knocked against the already-cracked

plaster, I gasp for breath as lights

flicker and dance before my eyes

like fireflies.

Another black eye stained

by hatred and poisonous words.

I'll add it to my collection

of mottled skin, my personal camouflage.

I hate you.

.

Another slamming door that

rattles the wall.

Crashing pictures destroying

memories of a past that no

longer exists. Maybe it never did.

He is the wolf and I the deer.

His yellow eyes tracking my

retreat. His nostrils flaring

in ecstasy at the scent of my

fear.

.

Ripping, tearing,

gasping, swearing.

.

As I return to my black

nightmare of lies and

deceit.

Revolving around your little

drunken world.

I hate you, yet here I am.

Not that I ever really left.