The rain starts as a trickle

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this”

Heaving through breathy sobs

God above me, holding my shoulder

It was always supposed to be like this

This pain like vomit, an exorcism

I am nearly choking, then I am quiet

Like a child curled on the bathroom floor

I have no memory anymore, the tiles are cold

The years pass by me like train cars

So I pull my limbs closely onto the rug

As the radiator hums I breathe slowly

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