I am-

hospital braceleted, bruised, dry heaving & hugging a trash can with a plastic liner

here, after two months of smiling through hell with sick pain killer brain turning misunderstandings into Mount Everests mistaking silence for leaving.

Crying in the furthest room from him, silently calculating the best way to end me if he calls it off.

I could-

make the fall, lock the doors behind him, put the phone on silent, not be strong for them this time, & take the pills-

the deepest sleep.

inktober day 3 - poison

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