Already Gone

Music blaring 

the beast pours himself another drink

hoping the alcohol will lay him down and 

lick his wounds clean.

He is  post-traumatic

even hyper-tragic 

or so it seems. 

His feelings change like the weather...

One minute he barrels through you like a 

category 5 hurricane

and in the next he caresses your face like a light breeze. 

Now, his grip is bruising,

‘cuz he’d rather grind you into dust 

than let you go 

but you are already gone, aren’t you?