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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