I turned my key in the lock
And opened the door to fall into hell.
Once more….with feeling.
The work day, full of it’s shrieks and thrashing
had begat once again a satin night of drunken mindlessness…
And I ran to it with opened arms.
“Abandon All Hope”. Indeed.
I slunk along the baseboards and found my way
Into the vault of delights, and, took from that garden gladly
the finest bottle of “Right Here, Right Now” I could find…
And bled into it, merged with it, suckled it…
Until my world was a watercolor blur of harsh words and rage.
Rage, after all….true rage, isn’t loud and vulgar;
It’s silent as a grave and sharp as a razor in it’s
Thin-lipped, humiliating grin that tears into the flesh of the soul
Of the one I love.
Rage—true rage….lies behind a smile.
She closed the Door so that the floor was strong enough
To bear the brunt of the fall I took..
A fall that shook her heart and stole her dignity;
A fall through a door that stole my love and my mind….