her curled up in a dark ball
of runny
make up
and tears
in the lightless room,
i asked
her what's wrong?
bad day at the office?
she said that she wanted to
end it all.
i said, what do you mean.
us?
you want to move,
to leave?
no, i want to leave the world.
scared of what she might do,
i called her therapist,
her doctor,
her mother and sister,
her father,
social services and the law.
then nothing happened,
but when she did it
again and again,
night after night,
finding her in a nervous
rocking ball
on the floor
i got used it and would
open the door
and ask her if she wanted
a salad with
dinner, and if she wanted
her salmon cooked
or raw.
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