you didn’t look like you were sleeping
and why pretend
when you had already woken up in a different world
*
you’d never find your way back to him
why pretend
that going back would be a good thing
*
the wounds would never heal
dormant, concealed
a smile that knows its way out
*
you knew what kind of man he is
how irresistible he appears to be
and you shed him and shed him
until there was barely anything left
because you never wanted to be like him
*
you disembodied how men embodied themselves
and what would come out of this emptied room
Croque-Melpomene 