Table for One

I know it’s all my fault.

When has it not been?

I forgot I was serving your plate

along with mine

and feeding on both

in the binging

until it hurts.

I’m fed up in the way

this table is always set

with cruel intentions

and guilt tastes the same

no matter the purging.

I look at my hands

and they’re so fucking clean,

but they are tired.

Tired of cleaning the dirt

from your fingernails

and apologizing for your absence.

The green doesn’t pay

for the vacation of your choosing,

or does it?

Maybe this is just me

washing the guilt away

in the rapid cycling

that lives here…

Maybe this is just me

showing you my open wounds

and maybe…

this is a good time to compare

our battle scars.

I’m the winner

that didn’t win anything

other than this load I carry

of yours and mine;

we died the day you said fuck it

and left me to clean this mess

as if I made it alone.

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

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