And Then He Hit Me

dishes.  ashes in the hallway bootprints stomped
black into white carpet, nothing
dissolves tar I say I scream I say again to
blood in the toilet, in the sink, reflections of  mother
in the bathroom mirror no I am not like you no
I can and will walk away no

money.  piles and piles of bills in the closet
afraid to send them in, know he'll comment 
the drain on the bank account the places
he should and would be without me white
dents in my skin, too blue near the bone
voices scream in my head on the television just
walk away run away no no no no

Holly Day