Punishing each tear with
the back of my hand
each tear that falls,
avoiding eye contact
afraid
of the words that will spill
from my lips
holding my breath
at each set of approaching footsteps
and
expecting to find him
on my front step
or behind the shower curtain
and at the end of every dream
I fight to escape
but cannot.
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