Photo by Mad Otaku
She slaps my face and I don’t move
My cheek flares in shades of red
Her hand cuts through the air
The sound of it cracking into my skin
Echoes through the halls of the small apartment
I stand there like an unmovable oak
She swings again
Her hand was closed
Her rings raked my soft skin
Currents of crimson streaked my face
I would never hit her
I was raised better
She wasn’t
But love makes you do stupid things
Trying to prove how much you cared
By bleeding on the kitchen floor
I can’t even remember what started it all
I think I made chicken
I think it was lemon chicken
She doesn’t like lemon chicken
I think I knew that
But I forget sometimes
Her left hand’s knuckles crack into me ear
The ringing is intense as I stumbled
She called me names
I could feel my eyes deceive me
They begin to well
I loved her smile
I loved her soft touch
I loved her sweet words
At least I think I did
I haven’t heard them for years
I have not heard much aside from how I failed
I have not heard much but my shortcomings
I brought home my money to see it disappear
I made the food to see it get destroyed
She stands over me now
Mocking my tears
Calling me less of a man
I could crush her throat with one hand
But I take it
I take it for what I thought was love
She throws the plate of chicken at me
The plate busts my forehead open
The hot blood fills my sight
Tears mixed with blood
The taste of iron and salt on my lips
I rise to my feet
I walk away from her
My movements are sluggish
She shoves me from behind and I stumble again
A bloody handprint on the wall
I make it to the bedroom
She is right there
Telling me I am scum
Telling me how she should have fucked my friend instead
I pull out a suitcase I haven’t used since our honeymoon
I empty my two drawers
I put my six hangers of pants into the case
She tells me I’m a fuck up
She would be better off
I grab my hat and coat
My hand reaches the doorknob
She falls silent
She grabs my arm
She asks me to stay
I turn my swollen bleeding head
I stare at her hard enough for her to break her hold
I turn the knob and the evening sun burns my eyes
But for some reason
Some strange reason
I am smiling
“Fist Shaped Kisses” by Rio Martin