KillatheBroken

Misfortunes in a bathroom stall Yesterday you failed an English test Wrote a poem in Spanish And decided to love your baby Today you skipped gym class Forgot your locker combination And had a miscarriage While your hands were covered in   Bright red blood Your best friend dumped her boyfriend And you sister laughed at a joke You screamed, but no One was close enough to hear your science teacher counted you absent the girl who sits behind you admired your bag There was a moment of muddled thought Where you wondered if the blood was Yours own or Your baby’s Now there’s a stain on your skinny jeans You left your cr

I'm sitting on this battered roof, chain-smoking Marlboros and talking to the moon. There is a fiery breeze twirling my skirt, but all I see is a little girl tugging at the hem, mutedly screaming the word "Mommy".  But I couldn't be her mommy, because she is dead. I'm tempted to take off my skirt-to let it feather down and cover this parched city. I still have 13 cigarettes and I won't give up until the taste of you retreats from my lungs. I'm thinking that maybe I can smother it, maybe it will just surrender. As long as it's still present, I can't hate you- I can't hate you for what you did to me. And somehow I know it would ha