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Eyes like flint glowered above me
your face contorted in a menacing grin
how you enjoyed this  . . . watching the way
I’d draw into myself, visibly disappearing

My tears smeared where they had once reflected
the painful stream that had run dry across my face
silently, I drew all of my outward self, into my center
managing to detach myself, from myself

I wanted to escape – from the oppressiveness in the room,
the belittling, demeaning, shameful way you made me feel
but a feeling of resignation fell upon me like a net
suffocating me, suppressing me, encasing me in its web

Staring through my tears that escaped despite myself I sighed . .
slamming my eyes shut I caged my bloody prey inside –
I was getting so good at hiding . . .
the cracks and fractures were smaller and smaller

Weary,
with eyes of an exile,
a gloomy hole of bottomless despair,
I wept.