household

25 4 3

dear god you're just looking

out for yourself, drowning

in a small mirror


pale pink mouth drawn wide

as the sideboards creak

you're screaming into them


and your little daughter's residue

is seeping in from the kitchen


she just doesn't understand

only the sideboards grasp your knees


        only they see you beg for forgiveness


note: okay i'm sorry this is bad but i felt the need to post something

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