Mom was dozing off in her sofa with the tv still on
until she got up and went back to her bed
my dad was snoring on the living room couch
until his body rolled over in a slow motion
but he still continued to sleep on the rug
my sister was in her room
with her tablet taking away her attention
her door was shut that night
if you wondered where I was
I wasn’t in my room staring at the ceiling
I was back to where it all started
the bathroom floor
if you were to ask me why I was in there
I would probably just shrug my shoulders
the cold smooth bathroom tiles
always welcomed me gracefully
usually during this type of event
my brain would turn off and on rapidly
but I would let it go on for a while
for a while I thought my day was gonna go well but I was so naive
now I’m back to the beginning
my eyes started to water up
but I tried to hold myself down
the last thing I would to do is wake up anyone
my body was sat on the floor with my back up against the wall
trying to take deep breaths
but that was not making my situation any better
so my eyes gave up on me
and my weeps started to reveal themselves onto my face
the tiles on the floor catches every tear drop
I put my hands on my mouth to silence myself
my brain was not in my favor anymore
soon words started to pile up in my mind
like questions of my existence
the reminders of all the mistakes I done
or the severe urge to puke out my sorrows
this went on for a few hours
until I got up from the bathroom floor
washed my face
off the lights
and went straight to bed
shutting my brain off for tomorrow

a woman is put at the center of the court
with accusations of witchcraft wrapped around their name
she would beg and plead to the people of the courtroom that she is not a witch but rather a mother or a daughter or friend or a sister
the jury and the people who watch upon the woman’s demise will begin to share their stories trying to prove that she is not innocent
but the judge has heard enough
his decision has now been made
they take her away
dragging her with all their might
ignoring the woman’s pleads for mercy
they tie her to a log with a rope
which tightened her breath to a degree
stick and stones surround her feet
everyone in the village gathered around her
some tried to negotiate with the higher ups
trying to prove that she isn’t a witch
while the majority was chanting for her death to be quick and painful
one person started the fire with no remorse
letting the flames collide with each stick and stone in their path until it reaches to the woman’s feet
the flames started to consume her
her screams were heard from across the land
her body was melting
revealing every layer of her skin
until the only thing left was her skeleton

There was blood on my hands
but it wasn't mine
even if I wish that were the case for that moment
I couldn't risk it
the choice was to **** or be killed
my palms were oozing with the color red
my adrenaline was racing in loops
the man that I killed was considered my enemy
but in the eyes of my enemies on the other side
he was known as man with a purpose
a dream that he wanted to fulfill
he wanted to become a singer
to be the main lead in his church choir
singing chants of the holy name till dawn
but ever since the war
he had to put his dream on hold
now he had to sing for a new revolution

With the sound of the trigger
I caused his dream to be silenced forever
but it's not like I wanted to do that
It was either me or him
I drop my gun onto the ground and run towards him
his body was cold like ice
but his eyes were still shimmering
his head was looking straight at the heavens
I cradle his head gentle
whispering my sincere apologies in his ear
my comrades reach to where I am
asking me if I was okay numerous of times
but I was too ashamed to speak
I bury my head onto his chest
hoping that I can find a heartbeat
but it was too late to check
he is now singing with the angels

After the war has finally passed
I walk across death beds of the fallen
I put flowers on each of their graves
until I reached to his
I put my hand on his tombstone
my hands are now forever dry
but the memory still aches between my fingertips

In the depths of my dreams
I see her within my proximity
her face is scribbled out with sharpie
and her voice is static
her name was Ms. Euphoria

oh how I miss her motherly love
whenever my tears hit my pillow
making my eyes become drowsy
I fall into a deep sleep
my body is taken through a tunnel vision
and when I finally open my eyes
I have been transported into a dream
where Ms. Euphoria will be waiting for me
with open arms to wrap me into her embrace
I tell her everything that comes to mind
and even though I can’t hear her well
between the static lines of her voice
I can sense her feeling of understanding

But was ages ago
now my dreams are blurry to remember
but I hope one night I can see her again
waiting for me in the distance
ready to hear my cries of sorrow
comforting me with the blessing of empathy