bathroom floor

the floor is cold.

drip drip drip

I don't like sitting on the floor, but I do, time and time again.

drip drip drip

my hands hurt

an unexplainable sensation I get

that only you can pull from my depths

drip drip drip

my chest swirls with heat

my stomach churns

my hands hurt

my teeth grind

my toes curl

my legs tighten

drip drip drip

my eyebrows scrunch

my muscles tighten

drip drip drip

i feel trapped inside of my own house

         inside of my own body

i sit on the floor

the floor is cold

I don't like sitting on the floor, but I do, time and time again.

your words force me to sit

the weight of your condemnations pushing me towards the bathroom and on to the floor

the floor is cold

i sit and weep

although my bruises are not black, i am blue

the evidence is not seen yet so clearly visible

drip drip drip

i could run away

i could leave this house

start over

somewhere

anywhere

new

but you can't run away from your own mind

or can you?

i don't know

drip drip drip

there are so many things i thought i could fix

your anger

your words

my emotions

our communication

the money

the kids

that f*****g faucet

drip drip drip