Elephants on Parade

Throbbing ears are drums sounding off in the distance. The harder they bellow, the deeper my heart sinks. I can aurally perceive you coming down the hall. Step by step, I can feel my skin crawl.

Keep my mouth shut. Not a single sound. Louder and Louder. The sounds are now a stampede of wild elephants marching on parade. Their goal in mind to to crash themselves into my brain. Cloud my celebrations with gloomy rust.

Please don't do this. It doesn't have to be this way. Don't you get that I love you and I apologize for what I've verbally expressed today. You interrupt my sobbing, throw my hands down, and scream in my face, "Shut your fucking mouth, you've ruined my day."

I cover my face and review the turn of events. Where did I go wrong? What did I do? None of this makes sense. How am I bad? How am I evil? How can I ruin an entire day? Open your mouth and elaborate on why you feel this way?

The drums and heartache cease. All I audibly discern is loud ringing, piercing through my cheeks. I feel my mouth go numb. I look down at my shirt and there's blood. Spilling on my shirt galore.

I collapse to the floor, in shock. I feel nothing, but I see the frames on the wall rock. Back and forth, my head sways. I don't respond, so you engulf with rage. Upset at the blood on the carpet and not at my pain.

Like a herd of mindless elephants, you charge. You'd rather run than to deal with the minuscule mice. Because you're a fucking coward with no use. Realize what you're doing, is abuse.