I throw my phone,
Crashing against the wall.
And scream again.
My hand shaking,
I reach into an open fridge.
Slamming the fridge door shut,
Till i hear the crack from a fractured bone.
I clutch myself too hard till it left bruises,
Dragging my nails down my arm backs.
I sit on a brand new carpet,
A room neat as a pin.
Carve her initials into my ankles,
Angled lines rough letters like a child draws.
Just a voice in my head,
I never want to see her again
Cradling my ankle the letters bead up with blood.