My soul wretches
I stand myself up and step away
from him,
leaving him
there
on the bed
alone
“I’ll be RIGHT back” I try to say
around my full mouth of throw up
a bruise forming at the back of my throat
Shamefully, to the bathroom
I run
I let it pour into the toilet,
spittle
dripping
onto the rim
I rush
for my toothbrush
forcing
everything to be
ok.
I must fix this.
I run
feeling my way through the dark
living room into the bedroom
He pushes my head away
and lets go of my hair
finished.
Frantically I clean up
the orange-ish spot
I left
“Now my side of the bed is wet”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…I’m sorry”
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
“My friends laughed at you”
he says
…….
…..
…
..
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My soul wretches
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