that she would take her own
life,
curled and crying
in the dark
room,
in a fetal position on
the floor.
a part of me
did,
and a part of me didn't.
the first
few threats
i took as real,
calling her parents
and therapist
to warn them, but the next
few,
i went downstairs
and made dinner, turned
on the tv.
then yelled up,
to see if she'd like a
small garden salad
with her meal.
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