Why is Your Stuff Still Here

Jul 19th, 2009 11:34:38 am - Subscribe
Mood: discarded

No one ever really leaves. I smelled Meghan at work today. Adam is there every time I lay on the couch watching Scrubs. The smell of alcohol and latex breathe life into those I murdered with my mind.

Chelsea screams "Grampa" in my ear. I see her in the mesh shower strainer that I cannot bring myself to throw away. I watch her fucking in the porno she bought for my birthday. She burns my wrist everytime I wash my hands. Every taste and smell has a remark that she etched into me. She pierces me each time a ring falls out. My ear swells up and she calls me a whiner when I quietly sip my vodka.

She'll never leave me. Everyone else comes and goes but she is there with me every step of the way. Pushing me over and laughing at my misfortune.

I flip through the pictures and think of how much my life has changed since she left, but she's been here all along. Haunting me.

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