Mistakes

it comes down to drunken texts
at 11:15, sips of affection
sour taste, emotional waste
numb fingers press against his keyboard
but she just wants to talk.

teeth nipping at her ears like gnats
father on her left, the boy on her right
but it is not, she is scared
now she can hear blood in her ears
they aren't supposed to bite like that

now it is well past meridian
only a minute ago she was yesterday
the boy tomorrow and her father monday
but now it is dark and sunday
there is only black in the sky

the clouds putter along the blue
it isn't light out, her windows open
the air wishing her skin goodnight
skid marks all the way across the street
all good things must come to an end

it is late and her fingers don't say it,
but her body does.
hoping her father doesn't try to talk
and the boy doesn't beg
but she buries into her sheets, screaming
they can't hear, the sky only murmurs