Sick with despair

Sick of this anger

I can barely

Stand the sight of you

And your ungrateful face

So I smack it

Just hard enough 

For a little satisfaction

But you merely recover

And spit in my eye

So I wipe it slowly

Like a hunter

Just enough motion

That the prey

Does not flee

Then I strike

Back-handed 

Swift and cruel

Clear across

The cheekbone

Hard enough 

To leave a mark

Hard enough 

To send you sprawling

Down on your knees

Your eyes go wide

You struggle

With disbelief

And my rage burns

At the indignity

You should know why

So I raise my knee

Teeth clenched

Then stomp in your side

Cracking your ribs

I smash my heel 

Into your waist

Your hip snaps down

And you crumple

Limbs shaking

Gasping for breath

You sob into the floor

Trying desperately

Just to understand

Until hurt

Finds resentment

Then malice 

And knees knocking

You stand to defy me

Screaming your hatred

You rush forward

Plunging your knife 

Into my chest

It parts my ribs

Cuts open my lung

With hot agony

You pull back

Glistening crimson

In an arc flies

You thrust then

To my stomach

I suck for air

Like a hooked fish

While my insides

Split apart

My precious

Intestines sever

Red froths over you 

Surging for my neck

Your teeth plant deep

My jugular spews

A cracked dam

My trachea floods

Dark and thick blood

You rip away

Heaving and snarling

Mouth full of flesh

Who now is the prey?

You regard me and pause

Your shoulders fall

And breathing slows

You drop the knife

A hollow metal clatter

Spitting me out

You step back uncertain

Tear and bloodstained face

Wrought with shame

Your eyes seek anything 

Anything but me

And there before you

I think back to us

See what I have sown

What you have become

That I too cannot bear

To look at you

Or what I have done

So we turn away

From the other in pain

Our arms folded

In as comforting 

An embrace

About ourselves

We can manage

Fingers clutching tight

To our battered skin.