tick tick tick

catefrances

the clock on the wall
slowly ticks away the seconds
i look at it
willing the incessant
tick tick tick
to stop
just drop from the wall
anything
but i'm just too beaten
to get up off my arse
to make it stop
i draw my hand up my arm
the fingers gently touching the skin
and i wonder how
after a lifetime
of avoiding kissing ashtrays
i've got burns on my arms
that don't come from careless cooking
when i asked you to make me feel
something
anything
i wasn't advocating mutilation
but hey
that's what i got
the worst thing i did to you
was drop hot wax on your bare skin
no comparison
you danced around
as if you'd been castrated
i laughed
big mistake
your fist shot out
struck my head
i stopped laughing
it fuckin' hurt
so bad
and that's how it started
i thought my head was going to explode
i left the room
locked myself in the bathroom
lay my head on the cool tiles
while you nursed your precious manhood
i cried
the headache stayed with me for days
the hurt inside a while longer
then i stopped feeling
until last night
when i felt your hot breath on my neck
and the smell of stale beer was everywhere
i pretended i was asleep
it didn't matter to you
but it mattered to me
now you don't matter to me
i can hear the sirens
getting closer
more urgent
there's no hurry
i'll sit and wait
and watch
your blood dry on my scars.

Being Enlightened

Oh catefrances, this is a sad one!!! :( I could easily picture the scene unfolding. It made me feel disturbed, sickened and of course, sad. It's good!