Accidents & Incidents

 

My face recovered. It took a week. 

 But as I would cry, 

   or blow my nose, 

I could feel it, 

  Still there, 

Reminding me to take care, 

Not to touch that area. 

It was just another accident 

  In a long list 

 Of too many blows. 

Verbal wounds and fights. 

 Feeling afraid. 

Being told 

I am the ridiculous one...

The messes never go away. 

Hounding. 

Blame shifting. 

Aggression. 

Too forceful of play. 

...it was just another incident, 

In a long list

Of many days. 

Today another. 

Always another. 

Will undoubtedly be tomorrow's haze. 

I grapple now these heavy seens 

As I weigh the options, 

  Like burdens of heart 

Upon my soul. 

Crying myself to sleep. 

Awaking at Sunset, 

Asleep at its Rise. 

I

am 

 

     Twisted all up...

scared of the assaults 

  Indefinitely to follow.

for it has been...

  Our way.