& vapid heart
yr spit in my face
in a not sexy way
the coffee I bought
slapped out of my hand
all over my shoes // now
terror such
an animal
guarding the doorway
towering over my small body
that can no longer breathe
or exit the room
every time I write something down.
i hear your voice telling me how
fucking stupid i am
every single time I look in the mirror.
your laugh becomes the silence
in the furl of my mouth
everyone in a room.
but no one can do what you do
Bridget Boylan is a