Picket Fences Redux

CRACK!
The palm of your right hand makes contact with my left cheek.
“You fucking asshole! “ I scream and flail backward
panicked, looking for an escape route.
I have been here before
Except not in my own home
Not in my own fucking home!

“But you like to be hit” you say,
as if this forgives your attack.
Instead, it proves you don’t understand me
at all.

Why are you still here?
(Why have I let you stay?)
You invaded my heart,
my home,
my privacy,
my deepest secrets,
and then used them all against me.

I am humiliated
exposed
invaded
betrayed
And yet, you have made this about you.

your betrayal
your shock
your fears
your carrot dangling in front of me
if only I am a good girl
your girl

“You fucking asshole! “ I cry and stumble backward.
Falling into the picket fence
constructed from the ashes of the prior
It crumbles into a pile of lost dreams
and there, sitting atop the charred ruins
a diamond shaped piece of glass.

Mk Michaels, 2011