Baylee

Scathing

You turn over

in your sheets

his scent drifting relentlessly

around your face; teasing

merciless.

 

Finally

in the dead of night

the decision

Enough is Enough.

 

You stumble

still unsure of how to function

with half a heart

 

Into the shower

scathing

searing

scalding water

that can burn the scent of him

from your skin

 

But not

from your mind.