It's not that I'm scared of the dark, It's just that there's too much space at night. Too much room to wonder about. Too much empty cold space. I keep voicing my need of isolation but in the dark I'm most vulnerable and it's in the dark when I realize I hate being alone because the coldness that surrounds me is that only thing I have and, it scares me.

Screams

He screams her name
Slaps her across the face
He wants answers
That don’t exist
He throws her against the wall
Punches it until wires touch his skin
She begs him to stop
She tells him no lies
He won't have it
He wants her to say yes

She screams his name
The lies he tells
She never questions
She’s scared of his hands
They encircle her neck
Evidence always left behind
She reminds him of the girl
Sitting by the bedroom door.

She hears the screams
Her mothers voice
Clouds up her ears
She so afraid
Cowering in the corner
Covering her ears
She hears the door slam
But knows it's not over.