INSULTS UNTO INGURIES (last thoughts of Alice)

Tears tear down my joyful peace, though my mouth holds sealed silent lips, my mind is held by chaos’ violent grip.

Like olive oil to my head my James pours his in securities onto me, blessing me with depression.

He would highlight the wrinkles and spots of my before and foreshadow my after. The errs of my past, past down to its heir, the present, till my mind presents thoughts on a fast paced colloidal course to the suicidal.

I try to remain unmoved, but the tidal wave of depression sends me crashing down the depths of the sea of sadness.

He would place insults like salt to my unhealed emotional scars, boxing blows both physical and emotional till all I see are stars through tears that becloud my eyes,

He stares me down, his great disappointment and say he wants what’s best but only sees my worst, claims to be love me but has hate and distain dance in his eyes as bears his canines like a feral beast while he beats and drown me in my now crimson tears.

Tomorrow Sunday I wear sun shades to shade my bruises though nothing can cover my bruised dignity,

So I conceal my shame in my faith fearing fate will unite me with my maker momentarily. Why wait. Beneath my James’ desk hides final piece to my peace. But before my final breath I send death in a text.