thelastasthmatic

i looked into a mans eyes tuesday night, and saw only violence.

every word, every profanity he screamed was a fist to my chin. his eyes were filled with a hatred that bore into me.

a hatred i had only felt as typed words on a page before.

the words found form in the anger of the man before me. the words found a voice and a sailors vocabulary in the verbal assault. the words found venom in their ignorance and their compulsion.



i stood and stared at the man.

i did not move.

i did not say a word.

i took every blow.



my face, expressionless.

my back, unbowed.

my heart, unbroken.

my soul, well...


whats another scar?

i am whole and sure. my life and my actions are of my choosing. my love...



never ends...