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Foetal and hunched, back against the cold bathroom tiles, enveloped in a stale and dusty haze 
The familiarity is scarily comforting as I recognise the darkness that is yours under my eyes
My thoughts undone one by one, picked apart and broken

A solitude mistaken for relief is fleeting as the weight of your twisted words replaces what was taken
Sleep is damp, tormented and restless, the last glimmers stolen with the dawn  
Heavy with you, sick with you, bloated with my silent distain of you
Weak.

Limp with the passing of time, the loss of time, the loss of me
Swallowed by you
Deep within the grasp of your weathered hands, swollen with the stolen lives of others
A kin, impaired by the same ruminations
A mind on repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

A chokehold. A dead end. Repeat.
Waiting for my release. Repeat.

Repeat.