Woebegone
Three
We smoke a joint, passing it between our lips while he grates my hipbones. The joint stops a moan leaving my mouth. When we finish, the tears come involuntarily. He growls but doesn't move. Then he reaches for my hand, fingers touch my palm. He leaves.
I soak the pillow. I eventually shower, dress in his shirt and socks. Huddle into the living room, watch TV. He doesn't come back. I sleep alone in the cold, unable to breath.
I soak the pillow. I eventually shower, dress in his shirt and socks. Huddle into the living room, watch TV. He doesn't come back. I sleep alone in the cold, unable to breath.