Rock Bottom

Isabelle Kenyon

Slunk to a hotel room,
Gave you the number – you came later
for your hotel room rehab.

You needed to feel so you drank into oblivion,
made sure I stayed
put
Pressure
so I missed lectures,
cried at funny times and wasted days,
tried to patch up my life and yours.

but you pulled harder on the strings,
My puppet – self loved you,
Absorbed, craving you craving me,
all – consumed.

Light – exposed you deny me
three times
maybe more,
Pretend never to have known me.
The cock crowed but nobody heard it.