Day 9

Woke up to the sounds of distrust
The sounds of your rush
Quickly gathering your things for work
And once the vomit had flushed
I told you my head was mucked
But you still screamed and made it hurt worse
You said enough was enough
There were a few dishes in the sink
And the water and loud silverware
Made it pressingly hard to think
And with every real blink
To try to focus my eyes
You insisted I was telling lies
About a migraines mind
I had last night and all thru this morning-
Or afternoon, I don’t care it’s all still boring
And I wince in pain as you slam the door screaming “have a great morning-“
And rain is pouring on the east side
Of our state-
And I really wish it would flood here
And just sweep me away.