I filled my lungs with ash in an attempt to find my sanity.
I wanted to cough up the blood that your fingertips drew out from my veins.
You hollowed me out.
You cut my strings and told me to get up.
I didn't know how to react, the floor felt so cold underneath me my own demons couldn't even believe you.
I held my head down while I screamed, I breathed in the dirt you walked on.
I was so afraid.
So terrified by your absolute power that you showed on my bruised hips.
You were the monster under my bed that I never thought I would meet.
After you left me I destroyed myself to find a peace of mind. To convince myself that it wasn't my fault. But oh my god, wasn't it?
I tore myself apart stitch by stitch looking for a way to breath and you stood a foot away laughing at my bursting seams while I choked.
Now I will lay here on the bathroom floor, with your smoke invading me, clinging to my cement veins and hollow lungs.