Voice

Memories,

Flicker of moments.

Remembering the party,

Making my stomach do a painful swoop.

My chest cavity must have been mistaken for a cabinet to hide the liquor in.

Light,

Luminously,

Brightly,

Blinding me from where we were going.

Gasping,

I felt the cold leather on my back.

You must have dropped a boulder on me,

A very warm rock with hands.

Strong,

Cold calloused hands,

Kneading my flesh.

I couldn’t shout,

I was stone,

Molding,

Disappearing into the couch.

Your soft silk hair brushed my cheek,

As if to comfort me from the vile act you were executing.

Suddenly,

I could exhale.

My expanding rib cage,

Made me move.

Adjusting myself,

I stumbled to any door,

Escaping the sound of your vexing voice calling my name.

And that’s what I’ll never forget,

Your voice.