As I watch your hand move closer
I cringe away, holding my balloon so tight it could almost pop.
Almost. I would never really let that happen.
But apparently you have no such reservations.
It shines between your fingertips, sharp and deadly
As it inches closer.
I try to back away, but there’s nowhere to go.
I try to beg you no, but my throat is dry.
I try to catch your eye, but your gaze is focused on the instrument of horror in your grasp.
It moves closer…
I hug my balloon
a hoarse cry escapes my lips
It’s almost touching the purple rubber
.I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a whimper, praying silently….
scrabbling for the limp pieces
as they fall with a splat to the floor
Tightly against the wall
cradling my shattered hopes as I gaze up at you.
Your eyes have finally found mine, but they are empty.
Do you know what you’ve done?
Unable to speak, I hold your gaze and tilt my head, my eyes filled with the silent question I wish I could ask.
Would you even hear if I did?
Would you even care if you heard?
Would you even apologise if you cared?
I’m not sure.
I stare at the latex shreds in my hands, trying to comprehend.
© Victoria Morrison 2015
I wrote this in September…I’m fairly sure I know who it was about…it’s kinda strange, but I liked it a lot. I was just really scared of him hurting me/felt like he already had. Now I don’t know what to do about him but that is a whole other post. It’s definitely not like this anymore. Enjoy