365 Poems – 167 Another Chance (Rough First Draft)
I go into the spare room with my good pillow.
But depression comes in without knocking.
I’m naked and unprotected. He curls around me,
filling every space, and I’m entwined in my remorse.
I struggle in our battle. Soon, everything is covered in blood.
He wants me to go for the jugular vein.
He wants me to prepare myself to say goodbye
to the clanging and the beating of this heavy world.
Blood slips through the gaps in the floorboards,
pattering the kitchen lino underneath.
I’ll clean it up in the morning.