She screamed and so did I
that night in his glass room
age-old rages fired our speech
and kept us awake past closure.
she accused and so did I
both our voices throaty and dry
trying a stab at nonchalance
swirls of smoke keeping us awake.
she cried and so did I
but neither of us heard the other
instead we slipped further away
created a chasm of desire
and bled onto the flower patterned bedsheets.