My hands shake as I turn the key I haven’t touched in months,
and step across the threshold.
All the burdens I thought I rid myself of come falling back on my shoulders.
There’s anger festering beneath these walls,
rotting the core away,
all hidden behind pretty masks and fake words.
You’re words are a whip–
I don’t think you know how deep they cut.
“It’s only a few days” I tell myself,
“I can do this.”
What if I can’t?