There I sat <br />taking in the screaming deluge <br />of insults <br />Only he can drown me with... <br />Every mutterance <br />eroding away my love and all that <br />I've ever been, <br />utterly washed away by words... <br />There he pointed <br />as if his finger meant to stab at me <br />accentuating and cutting <br />and leaving me bleeding before him... <br />Ignited by my tears, <br />I watch as his liquid anger surged, <br />runneth over, <br />fascinated I am by his fixed hatred of me... <br />And as predicted... <br />the storm rolls away in a drunken stumble, <br />and door slams, <br />abandoning me, finally leaving me alone to bleed.<br /><br />Lee Degnan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightly-storms-predicted/
