Exit Wounds

Backstabber TwoFaced Front-Stabber too,
every verbal gunshot and vocal assault is shouting with the collective voices of a thousand dead poets in my cochlea.

exit wounds and battle scars
a mesh on tongues, surrounds my eyes,
the cloth is pulled tight over my eyes.

but i can still hear him and sense his presence in the room, smell his ethanol-fueled rage and meth breath, along with other two word rhymes of pleasure.

Spiteful stabs, upper cut, left hook, black eye, wasted night, cats delight, living in fright. I can't reach the authorities cos i am chained naked in the bathroom, and he tells me he will kill me soon.
a nice rest, in pleasant hell far away from his troubled hands.