Spitfire Words

Every day I kill you.

When I wake up alone in my own bed,

I kill your clutching arms

When I get dressed and leave my home,

I kill the voice that kept me indoors

When I see my friends, on my own,

I kill your cancelled plans

When I buy new clothes, ones I like,

I kill your accusations

When I battle panic, fight back tears,

I kill your threats

Every day I kill you