Lay me down, Bleeding

The day did not struggle, no-
I had ample time - Just a white girl. Slipped shaving drunk in the bathtub
phone dying, dead
on the ledge.

I wiped clean with a white towel - the evidence now
beet red,
so new, so pigmented.\

i bat barely a lash, go to lie on the bed hearing roars
thundering, drums in the closet and he speaks so softly
when mad

i opt for cold shower
to rinse my hair- feeling the grease separate
from water, and how
did this happen how could i move so many miles to stick to bad routines
and let this happen
how could i;
lie here bleeding.

bourbon still just a slithering into my mouth from my hand.

The fans are full speed pushing air from our tall newly painted ceilings and I haven't written in a year and maybe this is why
for now,
for then.