Rut

I sat in the cold, empty flat. Smoking a cigarette, only out of habit. Stating at the lifeless wall that confines me, I yearn to escape.

I put the cigarette out, take a deep breath and take my stance, preparing, for my next beating.

It starts off with slow "pity" jabs, gentle questions of why are things this way?, how could I let it?, what can I do?

I'm on the ropes now.Same again tomorrow?, why are you so pathetic?, why can't you sort shit out?

You're a piece of shit! Nobody likes you, nobody would care if you...

K.O.