Emotional Arrest

the reality
was a slow drip of acid
until that phone rang
and that sound tipped
the bottle
eating into the part of me
that remembered loving him
being angry with him
having any emotion
attached to him It was
eaten away
to the clean
smooth
bone of neck.

No skull
no brain
just a hole
where it all once was

leaving

me lobotomized

an emotional handicap

thrown against a wall

struggling

to free myself

from the handcuffs

of his arms

wash my fingers clean

of the dirty ink

that printed me his

wide eyed  savior

the sudden

white hot

flash of a mug shot

reveals who you really are

and me, I am

all he said, stupid

bitch, ugly in all

my insecurities

nothing

but a gaping vacancy

that shows

where a mind

once resided

and swollen red

lips still moist

from  his blood