there’s an email unsent
sits on my screen
Proofread from here to Sunday

it says i hate you
but i dont
i’ve moved on
but my hurt hasn’t

it sits in my chest and screams
dislocates my ribs
a swolled devil baby
pounds to be heard

i’m happy now
but the hurt you created
feels like rules carved into stone
done by my own hand
on the order of a false idol