She said
it didn’t matter
whether I lived
or died,

My existence
to her, only was
a matter of course,
a trifle
a non-entity

Her indifference
to me
filled the room
filled her life
her cup
overflowing,

But why did she
take her power drill
and screw my
shoes
to the floor,
while I was still
in them?

I was beginning
to have my
doubts…

This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his new blog My House at the Sea