Every Room
Shaking hands, legs covered in blood...
Where am I?
My vision is a blur, but I can’t unsee you.
Nothing about this feels right.
I hear your voice, again and again:
“Just take the pills, they’ll give you a thrill.”
For a moment they’ll numb my brain.
But it’s two in the morning,
The tears in my eyes and marks on my thighs
Tell me I still feel the pain.
The bedroom on Tuesday,
Your workplace on Wednesday,
The club on Thursday night.
I’m tired, exhausted -
Can’t do this much longer,
How can you think this is right?
I lie in bed,
Blade in my hand,
The tip to my skin.
Your face in my mind,
Your hands on my chest –
And now it’s under my chin.
At my door once more,
My heart picks up at the sight.
My vision blurs, but I can’t unsee you,
Back in my room? Not tonight.
Copyright © Mack Karachekhlian | Year Posted 2023
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