The Bathroom

It is where she went caffeine pills, yellow bar after bar 2 mg. 'Come Queen Xanadu' Gallon after gallon of wines sour breath on the rose day after day no after hints. They all knew and betrayed, withheld. Conversations held may as well, built upon bones of ruins, with the Luke warm water running unlike her mind swirling around aft that tub. Thighs open wide, then deeply admired as she squats grunting out each and sometimes it's lost and bewildered every other machine gunned word. While every other hand full hard fought pulled out missing the toilet, like yellow stars shooting past my face once of trust. This is her petulant office as it was once back then. Trying to understand my wife too her it's simple a visit. Lifting her hamper and living beneath dozens of fat brown/red roaches dragging egg sacs behind eating their fill through the bottom as they all came like a fast food chain eating holes in the white cotton of the most expensive of her panties. Golden were they those moist crunchy arches. Until l, one night she came out with a clear gallon bag zipped at the top inside it a baby a boy the bathroom being nearly six months pregnant. I begged, i screamed, never going to the doctor before nor after. I march man acted her, the 'Judge' then did agree. This was before 'Caroline' was conceived. was he then dead or moving born and still alive, Echo's lost I/my screams. It was nearly her as well. Doing I did for the next as well. When are human beings, human beings? Not until their born or abused and murdered still inside. Can the court decide. Science or religion mixed the two. My mind had to go away to live while my body stayed behind by that of which was not a dream. Any way a different judge gave her a restraining order after she got out, for some thing they convinced me, I did wrong.