Blur clouds her eyes as she lie there,
Once again gasping for air,
Images a mere mirage for another moment.
The wooden floor cools her body from the heat of exhaustion,
Each panel knowing a different inch of her body.
Familiarity claims the situation, while her lover claims her
body.
Kisses and “Sorrys.”
She turns her cheek to escape the lips of that who damages
her,
Bruises on her neck paint her skin with tones of indigo and
violent violet.
Silk sheets soak her tears,
Mascara runs, black out mind.
She closes her eyes to dream.
The only place where she can escape-
A twisted fate.
She wants to crawl out of her skin,
Fists then Fuck?
Loss of air, loss of dignity, loss of self-worth.
A simple bandaid on such a distraught circumstance.
To creep out of this so called bed, to break through glasses
houses at full force,
She could only dream.
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