you –

fists to ribs – pierced lungs

its a blue monday;

my usual – my mourn day

bloodied nose – i smell fear

i came home late tuesday;

completely forgot it was our twos day

blue-black eyes – leaves me color-blind

i wasnt really looking at him wednesday;

yet we still wed next day

my heart froze – a thousand bloodied-cubes

gave no love thursday;

says its thaws day

swollen lips – cant speak

its no-speak-back friday;

so its and fry day

crushed toes – wont fit over-sized shoes

we aint going dancing saturday

so alone i sat all day

broken fingers – cant grip cup

your body needs a massage – its sunday;

do you forget its our son day