Request

I prefer you screaming, tearing your hair to shreds
Indulging in a one-way traffic of profanities
Physical abuse, obscene gestures
Or blows; even scratches that draw blood.

I’d welcome your authored bruises
Your litanies etching scars across my arms
Carving bite marks and deep gashes
Where portions of my flesh used to be.

I’d rather you be violent and irrational
Foaming at the mouth, rabid, crazy-eyed;
Anything but this numb, emotionless
Zombie you’re turning out to be.