Puddles form

Salt stings the anger and shame

Eyes, strained and irritated, stare open

She winces.

To sleepless hours, she is accustomed

Damn the moon and stars in the sky

Night isn’t pretty

Highlighting things so dark, so lifeless.

Leaving the comfort of a mattress

She stumbles to the mirror

Deep circles and smeared anxiety

Tell nothing of the pain inside.

She waits for many things

A call to never come, a day to never end

As the light hits the east she’ll wonder

Why He won’t just let her die.


 
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