i slam the door when he leaves. the apartment walls shake, plaster threatens to crumble. the window is open, i hear children playing outside, i wish i was one of them.
i morn his presence the next day, kitchen floor of cheap linoleum and empty bottles, an altar, my prayer, a fetal position, knees pressed into chest. i imagine this is how you think of me.
flesh of a girl unpeeled and rolled into a tissue of sorrow.
Kim & North (2014) x Madonna and Child (17th century), by Il Sassoferrato.