Weeks passed
Unreturned
phone calls.
Mum can continue to ring.
I won’t answer.
Her tone annoys me.
Frustrating.
Freaking borderline manic.
Her and Dad
argue
about
everything.
Her questions rip me
I replied
“I’m fine.”
“Very busy.”
“The Morays are great.”
“Yep, keeping up with everything.”
Texting easy –
but to speak to them –
would surrender
the guilt in my voice.
I don’t fight enough
I’ve let him
push me
every
time
Though now
the push has stopped.
I still crave the high.
The guilt lingers
living in my worst
nightmare.