I sit alone in the dark

and write

my thoughts...

I am screaming onto the page

and no one can hear a whimper

I am crying, gnashing, wailing

but I am alone.

Somewhere there are men and women laughing

they are close, but not close enough to hear my stifled whimpers

they walk across the floor and I hear the clink of glasses

touching

I see the wine spilling.

See my own blood falling onto white carpet.

Hear them say, the stain will come out

but I hope it won't.