Good-bye.

Your cold, unclenched fist reaching down my throat and turning,
Your bony, fleshless wrist twisting past my sternum- burning
Now clenching deep inside my ribs, disgusting thoughts returning
As you bruise my lungs and rip at my inside. 

I thought I earned immunity to those knife-like nights
That kept my eyes red with hate- my skin; a pale, blotchy white
My teeth would bite at my lips, wanting to scream back at you and fight
About how sickly it is that you take pride

In shooting down the fruits of your own womb.
"A liar", you say, "Stupid!" you scream, leaving room
Only for you to barely breathe before you resume
Until your own words themselves collide.

You would stumble, but spit after syllable- disgust, disgust, disgust.
I feel my gut revolting air, my breaths begin to rust,
Corrode with shame that I thought- I thought- that I could trust
That one day I could put this all aside. 

One day I would say sincerely, "I know you love me."
And I'd accept that you made me stronger- but you shove me
Again and again, against this wall- God stays above me
And lets me fall to my side.

Breathless, I cried,
"Good-bye."