The dark outside is thick like ink as it creeps in through the cracks in the walss and pulls itself through my throat. 

I'm peacefully suffocating in this tomb deemed as my place of rest.

make me feel something again.

kiss me.

shake me.

pull me limb from limb.

don't leve me here in the guilt and the grief of the night.

my dad.

I call his name.

I tell him i love him.

tell him I'm sorry.

The sorrow begins to knot in my stomach as my hands pull tight the bedsheets below me.

I'd like to blame myself.

but it wouldn't be right.

I'd like to cut myself.

burn myself.

scorn myself.

brand myself.

kill myself.

and for what?

to feel valid to these ghosts I let define me.

I know who I am now,

I know where I stand. 

I know you.