about a month ago, my mother and i got ourselves
into a screaming match that ended with a whispered,
broken confession.
i thought i was breaking
until she fell to her knees
before me. begged for
me to staystaystaystay
until her voice went
hoarse and told me
i shouldn't leave home.
those words that took so much to
throw around are still there, but
nowhere to be found. now i've
got fucking anchors for arms
and shaky legs that won't
carry me far.
"i want to kill myself."
funny words for a ghost to say.
