A deep guttural gasp comes from the shaking outline of her body bundled up,
bruised & blessed, beneath the blankets.
He lights another cigarette,
before asking another question she’d already answered moments before.
months before that
& the year that had passed.
His anger only makes her anxious.
And they both know she has not taken a proper breathe since…
vocal chords croaking under the weight of her sadness,
‘Lately, I’ve recalled a fond adoration for this ending, the one labelled SUICIDE’
He scoffs, “You’re delusional.”
She exhales, her heart has taken enough beatings for one evening.