Status: This is a verse novel. Warning: Involves abuse.

Invisible

It's not even me

Crouching
on the floor.
Kneeling
on my knees.

Crying.
Screaming.
Weeping.
Wailing.

Silently.

I can hear her moans
ccccc through the
ccccc paper-thin walls.

This house will
collapse any second
with the terrible
destruction
of her moans.

My hands are
braced
against the
cupboard.

Breathing.
Gasping.
Sighing.
Panting.

Desperately.

I know what goes on
ccccc at night now.
ccccc I should’ve known before.

But I didn’t.