Expired

It’s cold 

Sitting here months 

past my expiration  

date I watch the bottles 

of water huddled together;

 a promise of hydration behind the closed door 

in the dark. When the light 

comes on I hope she’ll release me, but each time she reaches only for the sweet cream she needs to make her life less bitter. 

And then the light goes off again. 

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