Door latches
Unlatching.
You crawling into me
And falling.
I was a girl made of
Lies that speak truth.
I was yours
Of course I knew you‘d leave
eventually
You were
A shit stain on the sheet
A fuck mark in my underwear
A table scrap,
I could toss to the dogs.
I can longer
Be what you made me to be,
I am a marginal
Memory.
Something you come back to
When there is nothing left
To breathe.
