Restraining Order

Satan slams the door
As he knocks me unconscious
Against the wall

 

 

 

 

I come to
Disoriented
Not sure what’s going on
I stop eating carpet
Tasting red licks
Inside cut cheeks
The door slams
My vision is blurred
Struggling
Wheezing
Unbreathing
The door slams
Goosepimples hurt
Camouflaging
Bruises
The door slams
Infra-red screaming
999 dial tone
– Upside down
At least my humour
Is still in tact.

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