up these stairs to
this room
and all the times
i tied you to
the bed

all the times you
begged
and all the ways your
father died

seven years now
coming down hard

windows broken
doors left open
the soft drip of
the kitchen sink

i know i’ll find you
crying

i know
every moment will
be wasted

there is no
great trick in
living the same
frightened life
again and
again

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