chin check

short was the distance between bedroom and bath

long the hand that struck me

confined to porcelain

the water lukewarm turning rose

a razor of light cutting a swath

through the wavy glass pane

cracked from another episode of rage and redemption

i did not beg for release

ass out, all attitude, a tongue of shank

my fortress, relentless the syllabic barrage

i would have asked for more but  

the click of heels on the black and white tiles

retreated