My chest is heavy with the sediments of yesterday’s storm.
This wind tears me down. It shatters my bones. I fall apart, one piece at a time.
This wind is too strong. The remnants promise a dazzling fire. Ashes are all that’s left.
This wind hides them well.
The bruises were my midnight secret.
They came to me in the darkness of the night, after I had put our children to sleep. They etched patterns on my self from the broken bits of the empty bottle. The bottles you had emptied.
They came as I tried to put you back in bed, much like I did with our children. They left the marks of the cigarette that had once died on your lips.
They came as the night came, dark and all-consuming. They left with the morning, as our kids left for school and you, in search of new methods to drown us.
The bruises were my midnight secret. I took them to the grave.
I’m in heaven now. But you will burn in hell for all of eternity.