I wrap my arms around the crying boy.
My arms shake from my nerves kicking in and registering the pain.
I stretch my broken hands for the lithium and antidepressants on the counter and hand them to him.
He swallows them dry and I spend my next few hours drowned in apologies,
I cake my makeup over a few visibles.
I spin my long sleeves over my far to skinny arms, pushing my bracelets down to my thin wrist.
I breathe in the cold night air burning my reflective eyes, introducing my face to more things to dry in due time.
I feel cold arms wrap around my waist and another apology in my ear.
I can't run away and I can't say no.
I walk back into my man-made cage and hope for some sleep tonight.
