Alone In The Kitchen

I cry alone in the kitchen

Soft burbles on the outside

Giant blubbering within.

I can’t let him see what has happened my heart

He never even knew it was gone.

Wretched. Wicked. Wrecked.

Him. Me.Him.

The smell of burnt rice reminds me of my place

So I wipe my face

Breathe deeply, stop the whines

It is after all Valentine’s.

(C) Slumpless

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