Piece by Piece modeled off of 's poem
The door slammed shut and I could tell he was mad. The mirror I had just put up, yesterday crashed to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. Oh please let that have been the worst of his damage tonight, my face was still scarred from the last time he'd... I didn't even want to think of it. Every time he got pissed he beat me, his wife, the one who'd loved him for years. After a vicious beating, Ronald would call Hookers'r'Us and then order the top skank Mary Alice. At two he would call me and tell me he was parched and to get him some water. I had tried standing up to Ronald once. Yet piece by piece he shattered my ragged insufficient shell dwindling me down to nothing. I had seen it coming in the early days, but the kids influenced him so much it was impossible for him to show this much disrespect towards me. But now with them out of the picture he could do whatever he wanted.
I hear his heavy steps walking down the hallway towards me. Trapped in this kitchen with him! He makes it into view wielding a pistol. Frantic my fingers wrap around the handle of a butchers knife. No! He he's still the man I fell in love with twenty years ago.
He pins my frail skeleton against the drawer.
I drop the blood soaked knife next to his body and walk out of the house. I am nothing, never was, never will be. Yet, I feel as though the pieces are slowly reassembling.
Maybe your upside down and I'm right side up.