There Is A Man On The Horizon Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

I lean my head back,
stinging, hitting the wall.
My collar bones speaking for the stall,
of my choking, hitting the wall.

My stress kicking in my dancing feet,
almost strapped as a lethal bear,
The one that bit, the one that rocked,
The woman in me to care.

I care, I lay my head down,
No, my head it falls not sleeps,
'THERE IS A MAN ON THE HORIZON,
WHEN I GO TO BED'

He stands bottom bare of my dead,
but he is not there.
The sheet within, the brain to spin,
the woman in me to care.