#highboodclown

After I heard his feet hit the bottom landing, I cried, loudly like a child. On my soiled knees in the bathroom only a few feet away from what could be ‘help’. I was in pain, the catheter strung and I couldn’t go and there was blood. I cried and no help came. Our partner had gone home because our housemate is selfish, our other partner had gone to the hospital due to an infection, probably worse in his finger and I was in so much pain I couldn’t stand up. R’s voice echoed in my thoughts, and far away a child screamed. “He doesn’t care about you, he wants only one thing” those sentiments were spoken to my alter, my wife (one of them) Trystan but right now they rang true for both of us. No one was there to care for us and i will have to learn to care for all of us.