Have you ever stepped out of bed
Awaken from hibernation
Unravel from your cocoon of blankets
Lift arms and pull muscle from bone
Soft cracklings like the afterbirth of new wings

Well I spent the night
Spent fourteen whole hours someplace else
Flickering eyelids
Spasmodic twitch
I only wanted to forget the warmth of your palms pressed against my skin

i was 12 years old when i realized the world was much darker than i previously imagined
you see, when you're 12 years old and alone in a hotel room bed by yourself
and the t-shirt draped over your small shoulders is adorned with cartoon trees with faces that smile at you
you don't think of the macabre or the morbid or how your life was destined to fail as miserably as the greeks against the gods
but you whimper
i was 12 years old when you opened that door just a crack
just enough to let yourself through the gap unnoticed and i've spent 9 years tearing apart my brain and flinging empty words at random strangers to decipher whether or not it was all my fault
but it wasn't
they said i was a hero
they told me i had saved someone else's life, that i should be proud of myself, that i should tell others my story so they could understand what it's like to have someone reach their filthy hands inside your body and twist until you split in half
well i never made it
i never showed up the day the decision was made for my breaker and creator to be sent away and i'm still not sure you ever came back
i built up a wall against the world and for almost 6 years i had maintained a moat around my soul with alligators and hot oil to keep everyone with hands capable of sin away from my ****** up head
i remember losing all hope in people that night when i held someone's hand to confide my sins and they advised me to keep quiet to save face
they told me i was an angel
they told me that i was a savior to the community and to cheer up because i was strong but how could they even ******* know when you're 12 years old and your mortality has been shown to you far too soon and you want to die more than you want that next rush of air in your lungs
but you're afraid
well it took me 9 years to understand that it wasn't my fault
i wrote an apology letter to you one night when i decided it was the right time to stop breathing and when i signed my name i realized you were the one who laid hands on a 12 year old wearing a t-shirt with cartoon trees with smiley faces hanging off a child's frame
i signed my name and tore up the letter because
you didn't deserve my apology
and maybe you didn't deserve forgiveness either
but i didn't deserve the ongoing death that lived inside me
and so i let go