Echoes: Your fist in my soul

You never wanted to be
like your dad
 
using your fists
to beat women
because of your  
caprice  
 
using your dick
to fuck in
your utter control
 
with or without consent
 
Using people
to feel
superior.
 
You listened to
fists breaking flesh
and voices breaking
in terror
for so long  
they became  
a soundtrack
you play
for your  
darkest  
demons  
 
You didn’t want to be that man
 
But I think
if you could
hear my  
muffled sobs
echo through
the steam in  
our shower
 
you’d break out  
in cold memory sweat  
 
because the pain
sounds  
eerily similar  
in the right light
 
You didn’t want to be
a man who hurt
just because he could.  
 
You didn’t want to be that man,
my love.
 
But you are.