She dances
swaying her imaginary red dress
throughout the imaginary ballroom
The music full of love encompasses her
and toes full of joy dominate her movements
Too caught up in the brief era of enchantment
she misses the tread of drunken feet
Coming closer
continuing to close in
on the jubilant girl
a crash awakens her
Glass shatters and sparkles
it cascades through the air
Minuscule white pills
sprinkled about the old stained rug
A voice, hard strong rugged
barrels out of a saliva and dirt encrusted mouth
A cry, small sharp desperate
dribbles out of young and scarlet lips
Droplets of crimson sprays out
a callused hand rises and leaves a flaming mark
Liquid glass glissaded down a swollen cheek
it gets wiped away by another blow
Dark spots cover her coffee eyes
red spots color her platinum hair
Three beeps from a phone
are just made
before his coal eyes wander over to her
To her fragile hand impetuously tries to fight
to save her life, she does not fight him
She fights for herself,
she fights to live,
she fights his hate,
but she does not fight him
If she knew what he had done to others
If she knew what he would do to her
Her flimsy body rises up
It glides into the wall,
her head crashes into the dry panels
Her hair shimmers in the dust
her eyes roll back
her skin becomes a pasty white
Sirens blare out
the man empties himself out the fragmentized window
The girl thinks to herself her last empty thought
“If only I knew…”
