i tell you i am bleeding
& you turn away in disgust
& say it's not your favorite color.
I tell you i am crying
& you give me a mop.
" it's flooding in your eyes & the salt is going to ruin the new tile."
the picture frames are all broken and you used the splinters to scratch the remnants of my smile from your teeth
"how did you get those scars?"
i pulled every memory of you from my smile & still the balloons of your laughter are stuck on my ceiling & you know damn good & well i'm too short to pull them down.
i've been up too late.
the blankets are tangled,
my favorite candle is burned out,
i can't find the light switch & smoke is still leaving your bottom lip.
Drag.
Blow.
Calm.
this morning you made the coffee too weak
i dip each finger carefully into the not-too-bitter cup to feel something other than cold.
everytime you leave the house you keep the door open
you're letting all of the smoke out.
the windows have plastic over them & the dead flies are piled over the panes.
my skin crawls off of my body,
takes a shower; uses all of the hot water & tells me i handled my body poorly
& climbs back into bed
muscles exposed and bones quivering i sit in your chair,
scratch all of your lottery tickets,
leave blood stains in your carpet.
& fall asleep next to my body.
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