Did you wipe your feet
upon my head
before you walked
over me?

Allow me to bend first, at least.

Was I so accustomed
to your disregard
that I could not
feel you

tearing through me,
leaning on me,
raiding me,
raping me?

Did you wipe your sweat
across my brow
to save yourself

Let me fetch you a towel first, my lord.

Was I so unaware
of your self serving scent
that I put myself

in offering,
in sacrifice,
to serve and satisfy?

Was I the fool
you perceived me to be
while you pillaged me
of dignity?

I saw a light
in the beginning
in the distance
and again
at the end

I thought it
to be salvation
but it turned out
to be your reflection
in the mirror

I was standing
behind you
but, as always,
you didn’t see me

you couldn’t see
beyond yourself
and that self-centredness
that took us over

like the sharp glare
from the car light
when it’s too late

and Crash…

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

5 thoughts on “CRASH

  1. TheLatestBatch

    Is this a new crash or an old one that is still festering, I wonder…either way, the story is perfectly captured from start to finish.

    Thanks for the follow. Took a summer hiatus, but I suspect that will change within the next few weeks as work restarts and an anniversary arrives…


    1. deuxiemepeau

      New or old, they all linger in lines sunken beneath the tissue I guess.
      Good luck going back to work and an early happy anniversary!! Wedding anniversary?

      1. TheLatestBatch

        I guess that is true, and they come to the surface at will–their will, never mine..
        Unfortunately, it is soon the 1st year anniversary of the loss of my mother. I miss her dearly.

      2. deuxiemepeau

        Oh no. I’m so sorry. Please excuse my last comment. Take care of yourself and hold your precious memories of her close to you xx

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