I’d love to explain
what happened but I’m
in a ball at the end of my
driveway and I’m shaking.
I’m finding it hard to
breathe because it’s only been
24 hours and bruises on my tits
are finally forming.
I looked at my bed and I’m lighting
another cigarette because it’s the
only way I can control my lungs.
I’m confusing the sound of my heart and
cloudy vision with the storm
rolling in and he’s trying to help me
back inside but the thunder is screaming and
I’ve lost track of my lungs because my
cigarette burnt my throat, unprovoked.
I have to face bruises spreading
through my thighs and
24 hours even though I
I’m trembling violently in a
ball at the bottom of my driveway
and I have
no idea what happened.