The thin blanket draped over her but did little to keep her warm,
She’s the unlucky one,
All her dresses and felt cushions don’t fulfil her the way she tells him they do,
Velvet cousins and silver plates decorate her room she lay wide awake,
Lights dancing on her wallpaper as headlights from cars on the street below glide the building,
Her company for the night being just a dying candle she watches melt the red wax,
Wax which hardens again once it falls away from the flame much like herself,
In so many ways she believes she has failed,
She sees her apartment no longer as a piece of gold,
Her gold is in the children she will never birth,
Only able to conceive lifeless bodies year after year,
Only able to conceive flowers and condolences from family and friends,
Only able to conceive a disappointment in her husband who can only stroke her tears away,
His love dropping away from her like the wax on her candle,
She’s the unlucky one,
Classy brand names stitched to her bruised body on each morning on the 8am train,
The sunrise train,
When the sky is milked red and orange,
Hiding her bruising on her expired body from even herself,
Able only to give life to the lies she tells her mother and the new fur coats she wraps her broken body in,
She’s the unlucky one,
Proven every day when she opens her heavy doors to abuse,
Proven when she whispers to herself that she loves him in the white kitchen,
Doorframe occupied by him he only says he knows,
A script she follows to keep living and loving,
Blankets so full yet she still shivers through her tears,
Blinking through the heavy pain whenever her bed is cold and empty,
She whispers to herself now,
Telling herself that god chose not to gift her with a child for a reason,
Telling herself that she deserves to take all the suffering,
Telling herself that she put herself in this house and there’s no turning back now.
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