Alone...for a moment
Alone... for a moment
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
The drink caught in her throat,
the spirit straight and strong,
like acid fire imbuing her.
She gulped to get it down,
and it exploded,
like a warm wet radiation through her body.
Her hand trembled a little,
as she placed the glass on the bar,
the ice clattering in a shallow swill of scotch.
Her mind felt like down town traffic,
speeded up into a frenzy,
pinging in her skull,
while all the time,
she tried to quiet herself,
'Another?' asked the bar tender,
She shook her head without a sound,
and he moved away,
wiping down the bar top.
The lights were dim,
a soft red glow,
that at least felt warm,
her body surrounded by a icy cold fear.
But there was no point in letting it surface,
let it come into focus,
and tear through her mind like a jagged blade.
She closed her eyes,
trying to erase,
clutching her glass awkwardly
and downing the scotch complete.
The bar tender looked at her questioningly,
wondering what had driven her here;
she was not his regular clientele.
Then as if to dismiss it,
turned and straightened some bottles on a shelf.
She held her face between two hands,
elbows on the bar,
looking vacantly ahead, pained.
Then from behind a low rasping voice,
a voice all too familiar,
sent a shudder through her body.
A hard strong hand clamped over her arm,
and without a thought she stood up,
her eyes avoiding his at all cost.
'Bitch' he muttered in a growl
and dragged her toward the door,
stumbling, but not resistant,
resolved to penance.
The heavy lead-glass door swung back and forth
until finally at rest,
the bar silent.
The bar tender shook his head
ever so slightly,
and continued cleaning.
'If someone shows you who they are, believe them.' There is no reason at all to stay with an abusive partner, no excuse, no rationalization that can support inaction. They need help, and you need to be away from them.