blood pours from
the keyhole in my forehead,
as she inserts the key.

the name of someone so close
comes off the lips like a foreign word

The steely smell of my fingertips
The sheets of gray sky
The snot lodged in my nose
The stacks of dirty laundry

Are not impressed by my good looks
and charming personality

“Your eyes look weird,
like you haven’t been sleeping,
or like you’ve been asleep for a long time.”