m-oods

she's been there but never done that

in her case it was never the ring

but her hands in his

and ugly words floating out of his mouth

and still now what ugly pain

making her almost unable to move

and an other hand

this time reliable reaching out for her

until at night in the blur of her drowsiness 

she forgets about it all

how strange the human psyche that in moments least expected

in burps up the weirdest pains fragments of memories long asleep

silenced but not dead coming to life to haunt and torture with glorious

and grotesque expressions on their faces

but you know what. i laughed at them the next day

and awoke without remorse and cleaned their bloody

remaining off the floor where i have slaughtered them.