The tiles in the floor are broken.
I choke on these words
that few have spoken.
With my fingernails I scrape the top of each ceramic square.
The air in the room grew thick and green;
you were there.
Locked up- cold and wet
Don’t knock- we’ve never met.
That image in the mirror is not my own;
She is a traitor, a savage, a coward
who left me alone.