Wasted
I laid there
Shoulders slumped
Curled up like a rock
Fetal position on his filthy sheets
Tears pouring out my eyes like needles
And cutting like knives against my cheeks.
Utterances in my head like a broken record shrieking
Worthless
Worthless
Worthless
And my limbs shook as if I were shivering
The room still spinning from the overindulgence of rum
And he just sat there lifeless,
Yet completely satisfied.
His eyes fixated on nothing,
His ears tuning out my cries.
And the only thing I can think to this day is
I wish I would have locked my door.
(2014)
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