Oh Romeo, 

You Bastard.

She sobs. 

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. 

Weeks 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… 

She whispers, 

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.

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