Trigger warning: domestic violence

The scenario seemed simple.

Your thought always contradicted mine.

Distance felt contracted

Slivered pieces of time.

And I lay there on the bare floor,
And the dust and I made one splaying

Of emotions and feelings and disaster

As each breath I took blew around things unseen,
Rising to fall back between

The rings in the shallow carpet floor
That futon pad of a sleeping place

Where I found disgrace in myself
Without acknowledging myself
In the clutches of a person

Who choked me out.

And couldn’t remember.

How unfair for me to see
The day akin to an honored memory.

Remember how I lost trust that way?
Honoring love that died that day.