They come in on Saturday, with a promise to help Instead, they bring parasites - their little whelps Layla walks in with her boots tracking mud on my floor Dalma makes ruts in the gravel, Layla screams at the door Drinking a bottle of rotgut with desire burning below She really thinks her demanding ways get my desire to flow? They finally go to sleep on a mattress filled with air Snoring away without a single worry or even a care While I work on my prep, and order more ink Night is the only time that they give me to think Safe lights turned off, shadowed nightmares go deep But they don't see the Phoenix who's just trying to sleep Sunday morning comes and they sleep way past ten While I keep fighting the printer, fighting the pen. They brought the induction burner - a thing I now hate, Banging it, their eggs flying around, "Just look at this state!" The day goes slow, but time is flying past And before we know it night has come at last They say, "Your house is a dump, your dishes in a pile" But I am cleaning their egg evidence with a trembling smile. Layla is four sheets to the wind and she adds to the grime They then take my sleep, they complain and they whine. "It's hard to sleep on this floor, it drives us out of our head We thought you were kidding about your homestead." It's now 3 AM, court prep and, FUCK, the tape hits the floor! Layla screams, then climbs in; she's hoping to score. "Hold me, wrap up in me" she says, "I need to feel you" But I'm a ghost in the room, I'm the shimmer in the dew. I know what I do has value; even if not this coming day; This is all my organized proof of the Rat's rotten ways. "You're going to lose," she states, "You do too much and too little" But I know the truth, I'm not too focused nor am I brittle. It's now Monday and the court was a travesty Because I was married, I got no mercy It does not matter that death he did imply The law doesn't care that I was afraid I would die. Or that he forged my hand on the original title Every argument that I made was not viable. Right before the rain, right before the lightning came I am trying to relax, to be rid of him; to reclaim my name At 4:15, Layla screams to make some phone calls, now! So I tried, while she judges every word, the why, and the how. Then, Layla ignores my discomfort before I can call it a night My heart skips a beat; her grasping large hands give me a fright. She's lashing out because I haven't spread my legs for her She thinks that my resolve and hope will somehow blur That if she keeps pushing and pressuring me into giving in Maybe, one day, she'll say that this visit was a fucking win. But last summer, I made a vow that I wouldn't just leap And this promise is one that I intend to fucking keep: "Nobody may see my naked body, nor touch my bare soul" "Unless their eyes gaze upon me and can see me whole." I know that I am not on the top of my hostess game; "a mess" is what they say, But, the work that I did will be very useful; ultimately it'll make the Rat pay. I need some fucking sleep without fear of nonconsensual happenings Lovers need to know that my body, my mind - they will be worshipping. I bite my tongue, but I will never compromise my ethics nor my morals Not for her to get her rocks off; not for her to beat me with her quarrels Layla's proof is in the eggy pudding, or so they claim And Tuesday afternoon, she made her stake very plain Layla says, "First right of refusal," and I bite my cheek Layla says, "I'm first in line., " and my eyes start to leak. She doesn't see ME, she never really, truly did Instead she leaves me with thousands of her nasty kids. Skitter, skitter, can you see them? The roaches are here! Dancing all over my kitchen, wiping the floor with my tears! They knock their eggs on the counter; they claim "It's a mess!" But the real infestation is the human one in the dress! Oh, Layla, you're a roach with a voice like a scream Dragging me down in the dirt and stomping my dream. Layla says "She deserves it," and then, "She's a wreck" "Let us leave some of our eggs in this wretched soul's dreck." I try to add it up, but there's no balance in this equation; I'm just a single small Phoenix left evicting this dastardly invasion. But you're the one who left the door open And I'm the one who's going to shine. Roaches, roaches, go away. Take your babies and go away! This house is mine. This house is mine. This house is mine! ... And I never asked for the fucking bugs.
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