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She’s coming home tomorrow
Tomorrow
My chest tightens
I feel as if the red on my nails melts onto my fingers
Remember
Remember when that red dripped from your arm
That's what happens when she comes home
Back to your room
Back to the emptiness
Back to the stoic face
When hers contorts
When her voice screams
And you
You stay still
You feel the voice around you
Swallowing you whole
But
Don’t show it
Don’t let her know
Count to three
Don't smile
Don’t frown
Apologize
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