Thursday, March 1, 2018

0545_03012018

I am lying on bed
I have to pee
I've been struggling trying to avoid getting up.
Not going to sleep until I relieve the pressure.
I'm pissing minding my own business
Her voice is raised.
His voice is slurred
They're arguing about something they will never agree on because HE demands it.
I try to get him to stop
I get him to come out by inviting him to bed
He's rude about what he plans to do to my asshole.
When the sheets are turned down
A pair of scissors is under them
I say "great I lost those, hand them to me"
First he drops them
Then he won't let go once I've got ahold of them
I'm tired of his games and I pull them out of his hands.
somehow he is cut, he's bleeding
He's angry
He's wounded
He's coming at me to show me the wound
To remind me how he's never drawn blood
He broke my ear drum
But it wasn't really broken because I never went to the Dr to have it diagnosed
I didn't go because I don't want anyone to know what I live with how scared and ashamed I am of my life.

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