tick tock

you’re killing me
faster than i’d hoped
slower than i’d prayed
murdering the best parts
a little more each day
when your words hit like fists and
your fists are like guns
ripping holes through my heart and
blacking out the sun
eternal night is home for me
cleaning my own blood from the carpet
is a prized activity
even though it hurts
i still breathe
what must the neighbors think
every time my voice leaves these walls
for my life to be spared
for the kids to stay calm
for you to forgive my wrongs
you’re killing me
and sometimes i wish you would

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Sumayyah Talibah

Sumayyah Talibah lives in Michigan with her husband, kids, cats, and piles of books. She makes jewelry and sips tea in between reading and reviewing anything with words.

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