I stand by the door Glancing back at the room Where the sun shone
Resisting the urge To shove my things in this scanty bag
I made a run for it Fleed through stairs Landed on an empty road
I hid from your presence Refused to confront When you begged and yelled
Your words hurt My ears shed tears When you were on the phone
When I reached our so-called home To acquire my things And gagged at the sight
Pills scattered on the floor Months old food grew on mould Maggots beneath the couch Dust fleeing wall to wall
What have you done? It smelled like something out of an apocalypse My airways cried to get me out of there
I wanted to stay for a bit To inhale the disaster You left for me
I entered my room ran through the boxes That once smelled like love and memento
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