Two & Two make! (Incomplete)

Sat alone on the sofa, music playing on the laptop sound down low
I hear a grunt then a thud on the bedroom floor above
Footsteps batter down the stairs
Your voice loud, violent and accusing is heard
Launching into my view through the doorway
I see you’re angry, ranting, foaming at the mouth, spitting obscenities
 
Dreaming is the problem, my problem to answer it seems
Screaming at me, spittle hitting me in the face
AFFAIR, the words stabbing at me, angry hands grab me from my seat
Desolation licks gently at my wounds, ready to swallow me
Laptop grabbed from my hands with such furiousness it lands on the floor
Fingertips maintain a pressure which marks the skin, wriggling to free myself
Another thud I land by the laptop equally as broken

There is no music playing softly now