scan the cabinets for
low calorie, low fat treats
find the no name brand
of ketchup chips and fruit gushers
fill the gap
fill the empty space in your gut.
where the floor creaks as you tip toe
quietly at one in the morning
as night wanders off
looking for sunlight
the love he could not keep in his hands.
seed of pain
kept hidden like the poems
i wouldn’t let my mother read.
Rush to control the mess you’ve made of yourself.
Run to the bathroom
your knees cold on the uncarpeted
run the tap so they do not hear this noise
that will erupt like violent storms.
scan the room:
their eyes look deeper and deeper
gnawing with judgement
pouring out into the living room
of dark green painted walls and fatal fears.