Red Handed

Bubbles of anger vibrate

Violently, erratically.

I am impatiently anxious

For the words to plunge 

From your mouth and

Leap from your tongue.

To reach out and strike me,

Like you used to. 

A familiarity in your eyes

As a glance at my own.

I know what I am

And I want to be saved.

Don't just wave the gun,

Pull the trigger on me.

Open me up, couldn't you?

Could you understand

While drowning in my blood?

"Go wash yourself

You're disgusting."