The back flagellating

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 4 Oct 2021

His incendiary predilection is to crash me down.
It mortifies me thoroughly.
Looming voids in my gaze,
scours the back flagellating with absences
tattered leather,
he outrages me with foul talk,
violates my precious memories
tearing them apart
between pools of blood and urine,
it stings me wildly
the smile of affection.
I'm broken,
Nevertheless,
I am not going to give him the pleasure.
He is not going to chastise me
in absences
this torturing loneliness.