Purple had always been my favorite color
Knuckles struck my eye socket and
The sudden pressure left bulges like
Two ripe and juicy summer plums
Beside my nose
And through the fissures in my
Fruity peepers
Swollen and dripping with tears
I could make out his shoulders
Still hovering above me
Fists still clenched
I backed toward the wall
In all sense of the phrase
Searching for the security of
Drywall on my palms behind me
Darkness closed in
He stepped in front of the light
And I could hear his breathing
Growing nearer
And I whipped my thoughts
Back to purple.