It’s A Happy Ending After All

My body floats in the air,

while the ring on my finger

pulls me down.

Gravity has 

always been confusing.

I sometimes

fail

to recognize

this man 

living with me.

He drinks dark clouds every night.

Lying on the bed,

I hear the creak of the door.

Feel the darkness of his shadow.

He gently touches my arm,

gently,

swallowing my insides.

I flinch and stand

on the floor

meeting his red eyes.

He reeks of nightmares,

yet

sleeps like a baby

every night.

I clench my fist

I know the horror

he will unleash

now.

He burns my body 

every night, hoping

someday

I’ll turn into ashes.

But tonight will be 

a different night.

I have my own

grand plans.

He comes really close and

whispers, “You know, I

don’t 

want to hurt you.”

Giving him the 

brightest smile,

I feel the 

knife in my pocket.

“You know, I don’t,

want to hurt you.”

I repeat.

Hoping they’ll open

the hell gates

soon.

He’s coming.