Hunger Pains

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.
Yeah
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
pains, thinking
That I was her girlfriend.

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