Straining to stand straight

Gripping to plates that are

Washed and then washed

Again

Stains before eyes put there

By a battered mind

Cruel beats upon beats

Because the stain on a

Blue shirt was not just

Washed out so.

Bruises to half closed eyes

Throb and then throb again

Serving as a reminder that

This cycle is to serve for this

Days excuse – curry stain

Blue shirt washes.

Washing machine

Endeavours to redress

The beats upon beats

Received for an incorrect

Program wash

Chosen through closed eyes

Heavily bruised by clenched

Fist and an angry forehead.

The uncouth, uneducated

Foul mouthed assault

Beats down, treading an already

Shattered persona

That no longer shines, blonde hair

Flowing

Inner glow, dulled and vacated.

Shirt dries,

Ironed in fear

Reminders of the last little

Accident.

Thankless, door slams

Relief

Returns to tears

And an ever searching quest

To summon strength.

And Leave.

But strength sapped

Withdrawn by beat upon beat

Extracted by a weak and vulnerable

Persona that,

Hides such inadequacies

Behind each beat upon beat

Blue shirt returns

Stale beer and slurred words

That carry that edge to the

Brink of returning to

Mr Hyde

Sink is gripped

And waits for the assault

Verbal at first because Blue Shirt

Cannot find the remote.

Blue shirt removed, once again requiring

Program 5 and the requisite removal of

This week's Curry Stain.

Blue shirt enters same cycle

Same shit and same pain.