Responsible Improbable

My ears
They're tuned to hear the heavy gasps
The sharp intake of breath
The childish whimper of shock
The thuds
The smacks
The vulgar verbal assault.
This bloated face with drifting eyes
That waver in their gaze
I smell the smoke and lack of oxygen
The bowels and the gut
My chest is attached to hers
And unaware of its own existence.
Repulsive touch
Repulsive thoughts
Repulsive tears
Those are not yours
Yet you give.
We breathe
I breathe
But she stops
And you are to blame
You selfish bastard.


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Not even really a poem
I don't care
Just had to