I lay piles of sodium
At the corners of my room and windowsill
The feathers still
on the window

My head is throbbing
My mind no where
But everywhere
Stomach churning
Eyes burning

Only half the lights work
It doesnt feel right being back here
I can still hear the echoes of her little voice
Reciting the prayer "Our Father"
Is that the name of it?
I haven't recited it in so long