I remember her
coiled up tight on the bed
swallowed down by the shadows,
the locked door,
or in the cabinet, waiting,
crying for forgiveness.
I remember how
she would come back home
and how all was wrongness,
words tumbling out,
whole fictions, whatever
could trap the feeling
I remember she knew
we were in peril.
Dreamt of men outside
her door, blocked it
with her dresser, starving,
stopping all time.
I remember her
Hunger at the end
of the day, the empty hands
the apology,
how she was easy to forget
When she was never seen.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
I remember her
coiled up tight on the bed
swallowed down by the shadows,
the locked door,
or in the cabinet, waiting,
crying for forgiveness.
I remember how
she would come back home
and how all was wrongness,
words tumbling out,
whole fictions, whatever
could trap the feeling
I remember she knew
we were in peril.
Dreamt of men outside
her door, blocked it
with her dresser, starving,
stopping all time.
I remember her
Hunger at the end
of the day, the empty hands
the apology,
how she was easy to forget
When she was never seen.