I see it coming...
as he puts his hands
around my neck...

I flip coins,
inside my head...
tails: he let's go
heads: he doesn't..

when he is angry,
he foams at the mouth..
he spits at me,
I hide in corners
looking up at him..
I feel like a piss-ant,
next to a redwood..

his eyes,
like ice...
freeze-frame,
don't move...

his sudden enemy,
no weapons
I wave my white flag..

the one-man army,
he shoots it down
so I cry...

again,
I am a victim
of his war...
I lay in the stretcher
of strangers arms,
as he runs back to the fort..

left on the battleground
of his anger,
I walk away
fixing my shirt...

forcing my face,
I succeed...
they don't see
my throbbing pain...

the good samaritans
go back to their own lives...

he say's he sorry,
says he loves me...
forty-eight hours
of silence,
I make up to live on...