your car backed up to and through my front door dumping broken computers and monitors and machines in my yard dumping out your trash at my mother's doorstep like you did to me (you tell them i left, but we both know your cold eyes pushed me)
last night i had a nightmare
i walked into my darkened room and a man fraught with danger and uneasiness left his breakfast dishes on my bedspread. my mother did not hear my screams of concern, as to why, why a man of such disgust had chosen my bedroom to have his breakfast eggs. the ketchup and stray pepper he left on my pillow was a violation like hands between clenched thighs
when i woke up this morning, i wanted to cry.
my (enter degree here) doctor slipped me slight pills of green and brown, guaranteed to rid me of these visions, these haunts that grip me like dramas played out in technicolor across my eyelids.
now i take two under the tongue, caught between a lover's fingertips.
i wake up having lost and died only moments before.