Room number 6
Dimly lit
Sitting on the edge of reason
Chain smoking to calm the frayed nerves
Not wanting to look at you
Wishing for an escape
Realizing there is none
Except for the seedy diner a block away
Wishing that you made a different choice
The bruise already forming in the shape of distorted hand

He sits watching, almost ready to pounce again
Looking for a reason

Looking at the time, 3:54
Get up, startled by the old ac kicking on
Walk slowly
Painfully slow to the bathroom
Wash away the blood, the tears, the sweat

Eyes piercing through her as she slowly re enters
Curling into bed, not wanting to be touched
Realizing it will happen again
Not wanting it to happen again