disappearhere

She's home.
I know instantly when I hear the door slam and the sound of her keys thrown down hard upon the table.
I instictivly flinch and take a step back as she storms past me down the hall.
I can almost taste the hate.
I am still and and I can hear her thrashing through drawers in the kitchen.
I sigh for I have heard this all before.
As I walk into the den I feel the sharp blow on the back of my neck.
With one tumbling motion I am heaped onto the floor.
I can feel pain but I also am wet.
She loams over my as if she were floating.
I wait, silent, alone.
I can taste the blood in the back of my throat.
She has killed me again.
Fucking whore.