Sitting in the dark, watching the clock. My stomach is in knots. The words the lawyers want me to say, I go over in my head. “He’s not like that,” I’d defend. But he was. I knew that side of him.
I turn off the alarm clock and the phone.
Melissa Kelly is a poet and Short Story writer from Long Island, NY. You can see some of her work in WestWard Quarterly Magazine, Plum Tree Tavern, Soft Cartel, Amethyst Review, Hedge Apple, One Art: a journal of poetry, and Trouvaille Review. See more at melissaannettekelly2020.blogspot.com