My knees gave way to the heat of our last fight
This time it was different
No screaming, no punching, just
Skin separating from my chicken bones
I tried to hold the pressure under the lid
Asked her if she still loved me.
One word escaped as steam through the pressure
I need you to leave
I will call you
On my knees, I begged her to let me live
I drove home
Delusional from the hunger
That I was her girlfriend.