Summer 2008

A memory,
thought of-better off lost.

You were sleeping on the couch,
waiting
barely breathing, eyes hardly closed.

I had to be quiet.

My bags filled
loaded in the car.

Almost free.

You must of felt my look-
"Goodbye!"
I thought.

Your eyes pop open,
fury ablaze,
you jump up.

Fear shoots through my spine
unable to reach the door,
an arms length away.

Shoved over our new dining room set,
my head hits the wall.

I dare not move.

Towering over me,
you yell, hit, spit,

I
am a piece of shit,
dirty,
worthless,
not much of a woman.

I go numb again,
I am too used to this.