Despite the fact that my
vision is blurred
from the intoxication
of the alcohol.

I scream in anger
as I see what look like
hickey marks on your
marked neck.

My vision's red in
rage as I notice
more, and more
marks similar  to those
on your body.

Who touched
you?

Are you
cheating
on me?

Why?

We LOVE eachother!

How dare you
betray me!

I don't even notice
the violence
as I lay my
hands on you. With
my hands in your
hair, dragging you to
our room.

I don't see the
tears staining your cheeks,
as my fist strikes you
over, and over,
and over again.

Nor as my
palm swipes across
that pained face.

I don't feel your
feeble attempts at
defending yourself. I don't
feel my hands unbuckle
my pants nor the way you
kick and scream
in desperation.

I don't see,
hear, or feel.
My mind's ****** up.
I can't think clearly.

The only thing I can
think about is
justice. You deserve
this. I'll erase
that man's marks with
my very own.

You cry in pain and
I don't even feel pleasure;
much less love.
I just want justice.
I want you to know how
it feels like to be
cheated on.

As the night leaves
and daybreak approaches,
I never realize that
those marks were
bruises nor do I
recognize them as my
own.

All I know is that
when I came home from
the bar,
vision blurred and
body swaying.
You had marks on you
that I didn't remember
putting on you.

And I probably won't
remember last
night just like the
night before.