Handmaid

My servitude began in March

In a familiar place;

Between four walls we painted together

Back when you promised

Never to do me harm,

To always be by my side,

And one by one,

Things began to slide

“One of us has to stay,” you said

As you left for work

Leaving me trapped inside.

Over time,

What was yours became mine

To clean

As dishes piled up and dust gathered

And our children pattered around

Our home,

And even though we spent the nights together

I’ve never felt so alone.

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