I don’t know why u care I didn’t even cry when my mum died I’m a piece of shit and stop expecting so much of me I don’t care
death found itself in a bright red room
overlooking greenness, sheltered slightly by white curtains
the world continued its quiet business down the street
more silent than footsteps, the record player rubbed repetitively
whispering
its ending
but I know that you left me in silence
adrift in my own blood & misery
the quiet room 