Why now

You came home with blood under your nails. 

A name on your lips 

Juices coating your thighs.

You came home to me with empty hands & a half broken heart

Pockets full of dirt. 

On my feet you lay 

Weeping for those losses that you found outside. 

Unsure of how to comfort you

I chide you

Pick on you 

Finally I’m washing your feet. 

Running a bath for you 

Shampooing your hair. 

The blood comes away 

The juices are gone 

Your here again 

A full stomach hearty appetite fulfilled. 

You lay on my feet 

Drifting to sleep 

-dreads

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