When Kyler
came home
that night,
I was waiting,
and he was drunk.
Hey Pres,
he muttered,
falling into bed
beside me.
He rolled onto
his back,
peeking at me
behind heavy eyelids.
I leaned in
to kiss him,
but froze
at the sight
of faded lipstick
against his jawline.
I swallowed,
and jerked away,
standing up.
Get up, Kyler
I growled,
now very angry.
God,
he said,
rolling onto his side
away from me,
Don't start this,
Preslee.
Go to sleep.
No!
I screamed shrilly,
I have put up
with your deadly ways
ever since we lost the baby,
but not anymore.
If you want to
grieve,
Kyler,
grieve with me,
not in another women's arms.
Grieve?
He roared,
climbing to his
feet
to tower over me,
What exactly
are we grieving for,
Preslee?
Because now,
you can starve yourself
all you want,
and you can leave
whenever you wish,
and you can hurt yourself
however you like.
So what
should we grieve for,
Preslee?
I sob,
We should grieve
for you
who can't stay sober,
and for me
who's slowly killing herself,
and for our best friend
who's in her grave,
and our baby
who never got to breathe.
We should grieve
for the facts
I have no reason
to wake up in the mornings,
and you have no reason
to come home at nights.
We should grieve
because you never
meant to fall for me,
for someone like me,
but you did,
and now you hate
both of us for it.
We should grieve
because I shouldn't
have lived this long,
and you're the
only reason I have.
We should grieve
because the people
whom we used to be
are dead;
and an alcoholic
and an anorexic
have replaced them-
His lips cut me off,
heavily,
angrily,
aggressively.
Tonight, he tells me,
pushing me onto the bed,
we're going to pretend
all of that isn't true,
we're going to pretend
we're happy, Preslee.
Afterwards,
he falls asleep
laying on my chest,
as I cry
myself to sleep.
Because even though
it's the most affection
Kyler's shown me
in months,
I can't help but feel
we're saying goodbye.
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Ana in Wonderland
PoetryPreslee Taylor - it girl of Northwood High. Everyone adores her and wants to be her, except her. She hates herself, and starves herself, and cuts herself. She is at a constant battle with anorexia, bulimia, and depression. Will she win the fight for...