The floor falls toward me

I try to block the fall

But I fail

My head hits the table.

I try to stand up

My legs fall away.

He laughs,

I hear a scream.

My close cropped hair,

Scar freckled body,

Overgrown muscles,

Various tattoos

I match him.

He also has scars

And muscles

And tattoos

The difference is,

It’s his foot

And my ribs

It’s not his pain.

The problem is, I don’t know,

Yet I ask a thousand times

When, when, when,

When does a man

Become a monster