i see her lying on the bed,
groaning
in pain.
heat on her stomach,
pills in
her mouth.
ice on her head.
bone thin and gaunt.
she's sick.
and she's making me sick
being with her.
every day
is misery.
she lies, she betrays,
she's a demon
sleeping six inches away.
dear Lord
get me out of here
before i too go crazy.
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