white powder
runs
down his
nose
his laugh
is
ragged

lonely
and deranged
his fist is
bloody
i wonder
if
the blood
is mine
if his
fingers
are broken
from contact
with
soft flesh
if there will
be
a scar
or if
this is
just another
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Never a
Monday
he works too
early
doesn’t have time
to beat
his woman
on Mondays
tries
to fuck
me
while
i’m asleep
instead

—–

Sarah Francois is an MFA candidate at LIU Brooklyn. She resides in Brooklyn. She has poetry published in Poetic Diversity , Downtown Brooklyn, Brooklyn Paramount  and  Visceral Brooklyn. She waxes poetic at fahimapoetry.wordpress.com and on Twitter @fahimapoetry