Dazed Off

part two of my childhood is in the kitchen cutting wrists to make trauma

didn't turn the lights on when
i went to the kitchen,
i didn't want to wake you up

my stomach just won't let me sleep so
let me eat
just this time

left my slippers in my bed so
I won't sound a thing.
faint silhouettes coming out of the windows are the only source of life
cold tiles feels very
nostalgic
i guess it's been a while since I've eaten

after i went and prepared my food i
sat down in the dinner table.
forgot my utensils, so i got up and got it.
glanced at the dinner table from afar,
i saw you.
eating off food from my plate with
your bare hands
your eyes are red and so is your mouth
i guess they
forgot to feed you too,
huh?

now i stare at this empty plate
left with salivas and colorless intent
asking what the hell am i supposed to do with this empty dinner table