bathroom floor

bathroom floor

A Story by aberranter

the floor is cold.
drip drip drip
I don't like sitting on the floor, but I do, time and time again.
drip drip drip
my hands hurt
an unexplainable sensation I get
that only you can pull from my depths
drip drip drip
my chest swirls with heat
my stomach churns
my hands hurt
my teeth grind
my toes curl
my legs tighten
drip drip drip
my eyebrows scrunch
my muscles tighten
drip drip drip
i feel trapped inside of my own house
         inside of my own body
i sit on the floor
the floor is cold
I don't like sitting on the floor, but I do, time and time again.
your words force me to sit
the weight of your condemnations pushing me towards the bathroom and on to the floor
the floor is cold
i sit and weep
although my bruises are not black, i am blue
the evidence is not seen yet so clearly visible
drip drip drip
i could run away
i could leave this house
start over
somewhere
anywhere
new
but you can't run away from your own mind
or can you?
i don't know
drip drip drip
there are so many things i thought i could fix
your anger
your words
my emotions
our communication
the money
the kids
that f*****g faucet
drip drip drip

© 2016 aberranter


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Added on March 13, 2016
Last Updated on March 13, 2016
Tags: emotional, abuse, relationship, mother, trapped, sad, lonley

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