Code Purple: Day Seventeen

I faked home
in times of need–
When you shook
the floorboards,
I played house,
I played the wife,
and I made the bed neatly
after you woke.
When I was pregnant,
your smoke burnt
my act,
I coughed up a child
as you drank
to end a cycle,
but it only grew darker
in you.
I still remember
how for every time
you hated me,
I loved our child
even more.
You are still hunting,
but I am not found,
and our child hides
forever inside me.

©2015 Jessica Stephenson All Rights Reserved

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