Drifting in and out of consciousness,
I lose where I am and keep asking
whats going on? Paramedics are blurs
of shapes and voices. “She’s crashing!”, I hear
then nothing for a few minutes or so it seems.
Then they are back, apparently I’m clinging to life, barely.
I go inside and seek to reason my way through this.
I go back to you, you whose last memory I have of is
you sinking a knife into my chest. You whom I can remember
cuddling with on a Saturday night. You, my love, who stabbed
me repeatedly till all the noise and screams made the neighbors
suspect something foul was going on. You, my friend, whose words
were the first indicator of something dark behind your smile. Your
guilt trips a thing a beauty, shaming me that I had fun without you.
I glimpse the first time we met then the first fight we had, the heated words
launched at each other with impeccable precision. You whose passion
I had never experienced. Little did I know that passion would be my
undoing. At first it was just words like daggers, then pushing and shoving
which graduated to punches and kicks, then I threw you out. I thought
I was done with the violence, the hurt and the harm, but I was dead wrong.
“She’s crashing again!”, brings me back to the present, wondering where
I am again, I try and speak but no words come out, funny…never thought
words could hurt so much. The lies and accusations, guilt trips and little
things you hinted at. I never hurt you and I would certainly never harm you,
M. Willcox (photo by M. Willcox)
Day 8 – Hurt vs Harm – NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015