I found in you a static
silent mind
waiting to be opened
beautiful eyes widened
with curiosity
touching toes
under the table
so excited to be here
to know you
to know me

“Are you familiar with narcissistic abuse patterns?”

The television’s speckled.

I yelled and cried for a year
stomach knotted in my bed
tears staining the pillow

The fog became familiar
a buzz I couldn’t kill

I thought it was all my fault.

My body still winces
still tired

miles and miles away

I can hear the TV
fizzing in the background

A channel I cannot change.