If this was a painting, you would have painted it yourself in the thick red blood that spilled from your mouth even as the red drained from my face.
ican't sta- this can't be happening.
You're calling out as each fist lands into you, and between the beatings I hear the sounds of disjointed knuckles cracking. You were always the good one and I was always the brave one, but somehow you're being punished and this nameless, drunken somebody who I don't know is bruising your china body, every fist blackening your delicate visage. All of your pain and grief pours out of you onto the pavement in a clotted dark pool of blood and vomit. Inside I'm screaming but the only sound on the outside is each sickening thump that he lays into you, and your slow sobbing as you lie prone on the cold ground.
Your deep blue decoupé eyes are wild and staring, and the torrent of warm tears and eyeshadow is matched only by the rivulets of blood from your swollen mouth. The scene turns again - he holds you down in a frustrated lock, his eyes hardened in sexual arousal and you start to scream as he pushes himself down hard on you, and as watch, powerless, this morbid scene turns even worse and he rapes you.
back erhe in this white- washed windowless real world prison we are sitting, together, alone. sitting in this fucking cell while we have to answer questions-
how does this make you feel?
what did you think about at the time
how are you going to cope?
well, the usual. you know. our shadows in this place are as thin as our frozen glass smiles when we are trying to answer these questions. and when its all done we're supposed to go back and live happy little smiling families together like nothing has happened but i can't because whenever i look at you.
whenever i look at you the tears have stained your eyeshadow and it's running just like the night when i held you down and took from you something you'll never have again. my porcelain butterfly, in the alleyway. me beating your china body. deep blue eyes staring at something that will never end.