Plucked

Crawling into bed,

Pressing the pillow

Against my ears,

Squeezing both eyes shut,

I shut out the world.

Amid the crying,

The screaming,

Accusations,

I hide in

Fear.

Fear that I will lose them

Both

And be alone.

Abandoned.

The feeling

Of Abandonment

Even now,

Worms its’ way

In

Each Cell

Of my body

Tunneling through

My brain,

My heart,

My soul.

I fear being alone

And

Forgotten

Like a sweet raspberry

Plucked

From the vine,

Once the taste

Fades,

Is Forgotten.