i would get
angry.
screaming at you
from the top
of my lungs.
asking you
why you didn't
move,
didn't talk,
and more
importantly,
didn't save me.
when i would
scream,
you would
take it all.
even when i
shut my
closet door,
it would be
open
in the morning.
but you wouldn't
be there.
i would
watch your body
stiffen
when i called you
"monster."