The Reaction

The fact that she claims to be abstract,
dissipates after every smack.
I've felt this before.
Father drunk at Mother's door.

So I take her weak attempts and constant shouting,
and bind wrists against her hips and lips so pouting.
Suffer if she must,
I've no one to trust.

Getting away with laws forbidding me to hate.
If you only could feel how she spits in my face.
The anger still swelling,
Words with improper spelling.

Refusing to receive the anguish implied by another,
I commenced her reaction with the Stop and the Smother.
Pillows from bridal gifts.
Irony easy to sift.

A man should stand up for his freedom, a woman her rights.
The only logic to keep me silent when police visit my nights.
No crime if accosted.
Although I have lost it.

Yet without myself, there would be no feelings.
Worth fighting for, eyes to the ceiling.
She deserved what was coming,
bitter girl met her calling.

So here I sit in the repetitious shadows,
candles low on the submissive tallow.
I have nothing more to prove.
When she shoved me, I just moved.