Another Night

I can see myself in the mirror motionless waiting for the next blow. I can smell the minty breath and musky smell of the demon that torments my body, spirit, and mind.



And he who claims he has nothing other than love for me, hypocrite, his majesty the beast. In the minutes before my evitable brush with death, once again, I think of mercy, even though I hadn’t done anything, as I try to melt into the bed.