My body feels like an abandoned school hallway
or hospital ridden with bugs
'Coz everytime you spit at me
it echoes through my muscles and bones
for hours
You are not part of this family. Does not have to be said
only felt
It has become very clear to me
that I am a bastard child--
a burdensome stain you work to scrub away
a leftover smear of blood from his vein
and you are a unit. An undivided unit.














