10162016_0145

It's late and I'm exhausted
I'm still breathing heavy from the fight
I'm still shaking with anger
My body feels sticky,
my toes and my feet clammy
And he left not before he hurt me
Not before he hurt her
Not before he hurt our son
Physically I'm injured and
I can't think of anyway to mend myself
Emotionally I want to curl up and die

09202016_0452

The fan is loud and it blows my flyaway hairs in the most annoying manner.
It wakes me up at night
Perhaps it is my full bladder or perhaps
I am simply well rested
To turn it off means to bake
To keep it on means I will awake