ljidol 6 : topic 25 : domestic violence
This is a work of fiction...
The sight of your hands in my space, touching, violating.
"You gunna fuck him too?"
Your discontent, spiraling back at me. My fault.
The thrashing of a book. Of a hand. Of your lips.
And the darkness of seeing beyond your walls, beyond your eyes. Finally seeing your truth. And the pain at understanding that my tears won't stop your fists.
"I'm not the one who started this."
In the movie I found myself in, it was not me. I was not here. I was watching a film, in some other place, in some other world.
"I was scared. You know how I am when I'm scared."
All you look with is fear. All you look at is fear. You coat me in a light that only you can see, and I can not cleanse my body of it. I can not even sense its presence until you speak.
"You know I love you baby. You know I don't want to hurt you."
Your words could have broken windows, instead all they ever did was break me.
The sight of your hands in my space, touching, violating.
"You gunna fuck him too?"
Your discontent, spiraling back at me. My fault.
The thrashing of a book. Of a hand. Of your lips.
And the darkness of seeing beyond your walls, beyond your eyes. Finally seeing your truth. And the pain at understanding that my tears won't stop your fists.
"I'm not the one who started this."
In the movie I found myself in, it was not me. I was not here. I was watching a film, in some other place, in some other world.
"I was scared. You know how I am when I'm scared."
All you look with is fear. All you look at is fear. You coat me in a light that only you can see, and I can not cleanse my body of it. I can not even sense its presence until you speak.
"You know I love you baby. You know I don't want to hurt you."
Your words could have broken windows, instead all they ever did was break me.