Woke up this morning and for a little while Was confused as to why my eyes were bloodshot and hurting Gingerly prodded to assess the damages, deemed workable And then I remembered
My cheek pressed into the carpet Riding a seemingly endless flow, mouth Twisted open and eyes shut It was the watch that got me
It felt like the equating of sides, the returning of possessions And then the door. I hate the door. When I heard it close, I lost it Forced myself to remain composed until I could escape upstairs And let loose.