Get Out

A wilted lilac,

The faint scent of cigarettes.

"I know that he was here,"

I whisper underneath my breath.

Melting into the mattress,

I forget how much he hurt me,

And the feeling of my body crashing in the wall.

And then I see panties throw carelessly on the floor.

Turning a corner,

I began to feel eyes on my back,

A gaze sharp as a porcupine's quill.

I see a face sweet as butter,

And towering over her,

My ex-lover.

I can smell her cheap mango scented perfume from here,

And suddenly I'm sick.

"Get out."