Lioness

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I took another sip from the mug.

The sound of liquid circled whistling waves inside the tunnel.

The colors were crystal now—

Beautiful orange hues that reflected bronze under the lit sky.

I held onto the cup and zoned out momentarily and traveled down memory lane.

My cheeks reddened the closer we got to the front of the house.

A family lived there and the neighbors overheard glass shattering and a woman screaming.

My hands clenched the mug as my mind pushed me closer inside.

She sounded angry, her voice bit into my mind.

The tiny hairs on my arms rose and I felt flushed.

I could hear the tiny cracks when she spoke.

He said nothing only blanched as her voice rose another octave.

He couldn’t hear what she was saying.

He was too busy trying to think of the next thing that he wanted to say.

He never tried to understand her.

She was a wounded lioness.

Her heart bled and he never wept.

Wounds reopened and scars never healed.

She refused to die this way— trapped inside a hell, completely void of life.

Little by little, I felt my body pulling away.

The weight within my chest lifted with ease as I searched through the debris.

I told myself I’d never go through that again.

With time, old wounds will heal.

Crimson tide

A gentle rock back and forth is all I have left of this calm.
The moment I open my eyes to the nothingness that’s left behind I will know
Nothing is safe here.
Not anymore.
I rest my cheek upon my knees and whisper the words of comfort.
“Everything will be alright,” I say as my eyes remain closed.
The salt-filled droplets behind my eyes release themselves with sickened tears.
I do believe that the storm has passed, but the memories remain as if it’s all the same and I can’t bring myself to say no to you.
I envision your face in front of me the moment I open my eyes to spy on you.
The look of hurt that leaves its holes in my heart.
My voice has gone missing from the slash within my throat that has left my windpipe damaged from the gash.
I almost wish the knife wounds had killed me and took along my memories.
I’ve wished for nothing more than the haze to take over me and remember nothing.
Not even you killing me in my dreams.
I look back upon this day and I never saw it coming.
A shower led to this moment taken from bliss.
No smiles or laughter, but the puffed up eyes caused by shed tears.
I wish you well wherever you’ve gone from here.