One year has passed by and I still cannot sleep.
Without your face haunting my dreams.
I never thought I'd be able to fly away.
Away.
With clenched hands you grab, tear.
Rip.
At what's left of my existence.
You left me, eradicated and desolate.
On this cold winter floor.
Liquids; Stained with red, confine me.
A wall of horror matures in front of me.
You stand,
Angle yourself anterior to me.
It takes all my strength to elevate my head.
To audit my dictator.
Tears fall down my face
As I remember that day.
Remember.
You.
My body, now completely obselete.
I want to scream, I want to yell,
"I don't care anymore!"
But I can't even bring myself to whisper the words.
Caught between resentment and pure abhorrence.
This is who I am now, this is who you turned me into.
I hate to say.
You've poured so much animosity into my life.
I feel I'll never rejoice.
Laceration occurs.
On my heart, in many places.
My lungs screams for air as I
force myself down.
Down, down.
Further,
Below the surface.
I'm buried beneath the snow,
On this cold December day, dig me out..
Face me, you coward.
I hate you with every ounce of my continuation.
You broke me.
Written by: Kati Willard Phelps on December 6, 2010.
