It’s 12:47 AM And the door is flung ajar
I can smell the alcohol before he appears
Gentleman’s Jack
But I assure you this man is no gentleman

He spits his whiskey tainted words at me like venom
As he lands punches where my dinner should be sitting
And I’m left to imagine tomorrow as a brighter day
One Day

My life is a police report sitting in a folder
An untouched case locked away in a manila prison
Beige and hermetic, sealed so tightly
Gasping for air under the weight of others alike

As winter draws closer my case is frozen with the weather
My hope is much like the dying brown leaves
The manila leaves fall to the ground to be forgotten
One Day

Every horror I’ve experienced will be resolved soon
I never thought my life would reside in 24 hands, between 120 fingers
So close, freedom is almost in my grasp, in my 2 hands
Between my 10 fingers

A dozen heartbeats must pulse in my favor
Beating with lividness towards my assailant, the incriminating evidence against him
Twelve thumping heartbeats showing humanity, changing my life
1 Day