she doesn't want to go to work.
June 18, 2005, 5:14 p.m.
nights turn into days into nights. and it's been so long since i've seen the sun... rays sliding through my fingers and past my lips from the contents of blister packs and sickly sienna prescription bottles.
and she's got tears streaking down her face, toes curling knots into the bathroom rug. i don't love her enough today.
she missed all of those nights that i kept the bathroom door. closed.
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