POW-etry! Or, Fighting with a Woman

It’s starts like a slow hum

humhumhumhmmmmmm

But then a feeling overwhelms you and the

humhumhum

feels more like a sickness in your stomach

like a

grrrrgurggroglegrr

and the synapses in your brain begin firing rapidly

electricly like a

zzzzst zzzzst zzzzst

You know something is happening,

but, you didn’t leave anything behind when you left

and you haven’t brought anything back with you.

But the bell goes

DING!

And whether you’re ready for it or not

she’s huffing and puffing,

wanting to spill some blood.

Who likes a clean floor anyway?

THEN,

you make the fatal mistake of speaking first

which comes out sounding more like

blubbllahgaublubblahblue

Sorry?

You brace for impact,

but you’re not ready.

She won’t need gloves for the blows she’s about to deliver.

Sorry?

PHWAP!

That’s it?

BONK!

Do you even remember what happened?

ZONK!

She pauses

silent and staring

delivering a

BIFF!

You don’t even listen.

POW!

You don’t even know me.

BAM!

When was the last time you showed me that you even cared?

KACHUNK!

The synapses in your brain are overworked

slowing to a sparking

tsz tsz tsz tsz tsz

before you short circuit

she delivers the

Big BOOOOOOM!

Do you even love me?

Because, because, because

Why?

I don’t know.

Why?

Bored?

No. You?

Maybe.

Then, why?

Because I have to.

Why?

To breathe,

to smile,

to live,

to sleep,

to hush the voices,

to feel

normal

But, why?

Why does anyone?

Have we switched roles?

Have we?

You can’t switch roles when you only have one to play.

Why? Don’t you play many roles?

Aren’t we both the same person?

Haven’t we always been?