InvisibleA Poem by sheila.jThere she was again throwing clothes in a extra large trash bag Screaming she's done That they're over. There he was just sitting there staring a thousand miles forward Undoubtedly thinking He's done. it's over. And there I was standing in the old door frame again Listening to the arguement I could recite in my sleep Step, step, avoid the broken glass. Check him, check her, avoid each stare. Walk to my room, shut the door, lock the handle Drop my backpack, pick up the dirty clothes, touch up the makeup Drown out the screaming, push the world aside, climb out the window Feel the familiar thud on the ground and the usual slamming front door Slip past the cars, plug my headphones in, run until my head spins No one notices I was gone, coming through the front door She left hours ago, he's too stoned Step into the bathroom, strip off my clothes, let the warm water sooth Stand in the mirror, study my features, wonder how I'm so invisible Lie in bed, springs press into my back, memories press into my mind This is my day, my routine, my natural state. Invisible.
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