Mistress Whiskey

Faceless

The poison

The beautiful poison

But it could still smile

And it was doing just that

And laughing

At the blood on the floor

And the children's easel

And the side of the car

Streaked red-brown.

When the cops let me back in

I guzzled more of the ice cold bitch

And she laughed at me

And burned my insides

But that was the last time.

They say you love your abusers.

Love them in fear

and in desperation.

Love them as they

tear away everything

As you build walls

to protect

you

from them.

You love them.

That frigid bitch

I put her back in the freezer.