breathing in,
breathing out.
so accustomed to this smell,
the rancid smell of your breath on my face.
flecks of spit glaze my cheeks,
flying from your mouth.
i stand there, non-responsive, to this rage of yours...
for now it is a daily routine.
i feel something cold move my face to the side,
your hand has left its mark.
i simply look at you...stare at you with no feeling, just emptiness.
you bore into my eyes with yours...full of rage and hate.
your mouth keeps moving but i can't hear you...i don't need to
hear you...it's the same "speech" everyday...
every night i pray that i will never wake once i close my eyes...
just so that i don't have to hear you,to feel you,to see you,to smell
you...
ever again
~Jess Reinert
 
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