• Anna May

In the black

As I lie in the night you die again - over and over.

Shot. Drowned. Hung.

Whatever rips my heart to bits exposes my soul - my REAL soul - the one with all the black stuff.

The soul my waking hours spend their minutes warding off.

Tilt neck back – ice craAaack.

Howl to the sky ‘til my insides dry.

DEAD IS DAD. My dad. My dead.

The people smile and brush my words like an itch on the arm.

I want to shake this goddamn world until it shatters - CRAAAAACKKK.

I shout into the void and my heart dissolves, filling each tiny cell with grief.

I wake in a puddle.

Roll over. Open eyes. Breathe.