things that were manic
and wrestled in the arms of what should have been peace
the undoing
the disorder
the chanting in the darkness
It was never frightening enough
never anything to fix or to soothe
and I just wish for death
because not even you can know this
the circle of pain that hangs around my throat
is twice my weight in misery
turning
you can rehearse what you will say
but I won't hear you
the screams inside of me
will never le me hear
never me go
never let me be.