The world is burning
And still it is turning
Maybe God’s laughing upstairs
Who am I kidding? He doesn’t care
He’s not there
His fist goes through the door
Mama says she can’t do it anymore
Her bruises, now mine to bear.
I look into his eyes, but he doesn’t care.
He’s not there
His boyish smile was nice enough
Five drinks in, she thought it was a crush
Woke up in a hotel and she doesn’t know where
She cried and said no, but he didn’t care
He’s not there
And soon it felt like a mistake
To even be awake
Heaviness filled her lungs instead of air
No one tried to stop her, and she didn’t care
She’s not there
Catherine is a proud Louisiana native living in NYC.
