Toast

When I woke up, he was dead…
It was like a dream,
Come true

My last memory of him was of him
Yelling,
Screaming at me

I remember,

I was so scared
And I was so tired

I was tired
Of covering up the bruises

I was tired
Of making up excuses
For every time he hit me

I didn’t mean to anger him
I really didn’t
It wasn’t even my fault

I told him!
I told him the toaster was broken!

But he insisted on having toast that morning.
It was like he didn’t hear me at all!

So when I came back with less than perfect toast
He threw it against the wall
Smashing the plate into pieces

He just stood there for a second
And I could see the
Red tint of his anger
Swelling up his neck
And slowly overcome his face

He just stood there
Thickening the air with his rage
Until my fear made it so I could barely breath

He turned to me and told me to pick up the toast
And eat it

I looked at the crumbling toast on the floor
That was now mixing with the shattered glass plate
Then I looked at him

I said I didn’t want to

He suddenly smiled in a calm manner
Then told me he didn’t understand why I would serve him something that I wouldn’t eat myself

Then he picked up a piece of toast mixed with broken plate and shoved it in my face

“Eat it.”

I screamed in protest and tried to make my way to the door

My hand was still on the doorknob when he knocked me down to the floor

And that’s when I lost time…

The last thing I can recall is him looking at me with burning hatred

And he has his hand raised as if he was going to…

Hit me?
I wish he would

That man had the nerve to raise his hand to me?!?
You better believe that he had another thing comin’

I knew I had to step in at this point

That woman has never been able to hold her own
Or stand up for herself

And you better believe I wasn’t gonna let him mess her up again

Not this me around

I was gonna make sure he’d never forget me

“Get Up!”

He yelled with his fist still raised

I don’t know what was going through his mind

But he wasn’t going to
Touch Me,
uh-uh

I told him

“I’m sorry you didn’t like your toast”

Then I bent down innocently,
As if I was going to fulfill his twisted desire and fill my mouth with glass and burnt toast

I grabbed a handful of the broken plate
Stood up
And slammed it into his face
Shoving it into his mouth

I pulled the lamp off of the nightstand
And knocked him in the head with it
He collapsed onto the bed

Ha, you should have seen his face!
He was in such a stupor

I asked him if he liked being at my mercy for a change

That’s when he tried to spit the glass out of his mouth

So I hit him again

“Swallow It”

I requested it nicely but I don’t think he heard me so
I repeated myself

“Swallow It!”

He disobeyed my orders
And to me no

Hahaha

So I beat his face in with the lamp
And left him there to die

I cleaned myself up
Disposed of the lamp and bloody clothes
...Bought a new toaster,
Then went into the kitchen…

When I came too
I was eating a piece of

Lightly

Buttered

Toast

I don’t know how it got there

But I remember,
It was the best piece of toast
I’d ever had…