my chest is contracting & my
heart isn’t beating for
the split//second(don’t
blink)that you both enter
my field of vision. foul
play falls suspect; bile
churns in my taught
abdomen. inside i’m
screaming—outside i
want to be bleeding.

my life, so beautifully
arranged but a moment before,
just shattered like fine
crystal dinnerware smashing
to the floor.

pick up the pieces, baby,
& cut my wrists with
the fragments of the life
i can't live anymore.