PURGATORY

It took hours...
To travel from the chair to the table
Where she had left her keys.

There were his words...
Stabbing her from every direction.
Draining her away.

She knew she had to make it through the door
Before she could explode...
Alone in her car.

Where she could close her eyes
And scream away a thousand memories
Until it was safe to open herself...
Into reality calmly.

She knew as she drove away
She would have no reason to return
A face so familiar...became a stranger
His arms...a weapon.

She cried deeply...
Slowly driving to where she had left off
Before she stopped living.