Redirect the Horrible

The hand is often wrapped around my spine
But now he holds me, owned
Pulling me close
Smothering me
As if I might escape
This has crossed my empty mind
Treated with so much disrespect
He grooms himself expertly
Parts his hair just so
Trims his mustache to cause swooning
But leaves me with this face, this collar, this dishevelment
That no one loves
Too creepy
Friends flee
Women and children recoil
Is this to redirect the horrible?
To shine compared to me?
No wonder I have turned an
Axe murderer
I will sneak into your room at night
Rest quietly and watch you breathe
Until you open your eyes and scream
Enact my own smothering

© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
Photo: Jamie Frater, Listverse.com