I'm home. the place where no one can hurt me.

that's a lie.

emotional - you break me down

physical - you break me down

no, I shouldn't question

just leave the pieces

pieces of my soul here to rot

the stench is overpowering, but you thrive in sewage

it gives you power over me

but guess what?

no. no. no.

i cradle the pieces in my arms

newborn love, and place the bandaids precisely

and you can thrive in your own sewage.