in between

i've forced you upon me like a slap offends the space between my hand and the stench or your words.
shattering the red from above and below the blue dotted-line taking me back, way back to when i was singing instead of licking my wounds like a shattered dream vanishing. burying bruised baby grapes like they were tiny bodies of the most beautiful creatures staking out photographs of perfect things creating heaven.
i don't know what that means. maybe in between slaps i was supposed to find myself.