you think
as you hug the porcelain
sink,
then toilet,
knees on the cold
tile floor.
you're sweating and in pain.
there's nothing in you
left to give.
you may sleep here tonight,
just you
behind
the closed door.
you'll fold your arms
beneath your
chin,
in a fetal position,
and ask God for forgiveness
for all of your sins
once more.
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