Home is where the fight is.

Two doors...slammed.
The clock, shattered in pieces on the ground.
My breath, visable in the cold.
Work and work and work and work.
Tick tock tick tock.
Come home
Scream
Scream
Hide
Scream
Broken window
Let's the cold
Air in
And lingers on my skin
Like lingerie.

As if
I would
Look good in it.
Scream
Break doors
Break fist
with the mirror.
I sit
Alone
here
Writing