the upstairs bathroom
was for tears.
the place mat on the floor
was for laying on.
the sink on the counter
was for washing the blood off.
the toilet
was for hurling over.
the bathtub
was for drowning in.
the upstairs bathroom
was my safe room.
it was where i cried,
it was where i sang.
it was where i loved you in secrecy.
it was where i made a fool of myself.
the upstairs bathroom
was mine.
the upstairs bathroom
was for tears.
r.k.
YOU ARE READING
Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
