Scars

The rubber band
slaps against the skin..

over
and
over

Fast... Fast... Fast..
Slow... Slow..
again
and
again

It fills the empty spaces
that luck
within the hollow room

He looks at her
across the room,
wants to tell her
to stop

But his lips,
they cannot form
the words

His stomach twists,
wiggles like a worm

He wants to scream...
to tell her
he too is in pain

But she averts her eyes
to the tile in the floor,
she studies the lines
but they blur

Her wrists,
they have turned blue

He senses an absence
that has been growing
over time

He wants to scream,
he wants to tell her
it doesn't stop the pain

... Brings his knees
to his chest

He too
has gone crazy

The pace has changed,
it remains a steady rhythem

Fast...
Fast...
Fast...

She draws the band back,
it streches extra far;
she watches as it strikes skin,
she doesn't flinch

The memories,
they haunt him,
the words once whispered
chases after him

bandandskin...
bandandskin...
overandover...
overandover..

It's now overwhelming,
the volume has grown too loud

He closes his eyes,
takes a deep breath

His heart rate rises,
nothing can quell
the raging pace

heartrate...
pace
heartrate...
pace

it plays on and on,
the noise never leaves

He draws breath in
his teeth clench,
he tires to hold it back
but it escapes

"Stop!" He screams.
"Don't you ever stop?!"

His answer is silence...
It echoes through the room

The chair across the room sits,
unoccupied,
dust clouds a window
that once welcomed sunlight,
torn curtains
stir in the slight current of air

She is no longer there,
for she is gone

All that remains
are the scars
that are now his...