you mopped up my blood
with the clothes I left.
one cold winter and my dignity
spread over your kitchen floor.
I’m half naked in the drivers seat-
my knuckles are white
from gripping the door.
I wonder if this is the last time
I’ll have to leave you
running drunk in the rear view.
one last deep breath and I put the car in drive.
blood loss never made me feel so alive.
the lovedrunk cowgirl 