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 |