you were curled up
in a ball on the bed
crying and clutching
a wad of toilet paper
the little girl upstairs
was laughing and
running around again
the phone began ringing
and our cat meowed
and I stood there, thinking,
through this, through this
is where we must go
as the pain poured
into me so perfect
I nearly laughed
-Arsenic Lobster #7
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