“Carve our names into the old oak tree, Lest our love fades” - much like the freedom of summer - The hollow of my heart, Casts a deadly shadow on the trash strewn road- I still feel your cold fingertips on my calf, Flesh melted away from their burning paths- Your whispered death threats into my ear- Still churn my vacant stomach- I close my eyes to you - Yet still your image burns into my conscience- My neck hairs stir and rise - Wary of your presence - still it lingers - The parody of a happy household - Plays - repeatedly - the chilling echos of a woman's laugh- Litter my mind - like you and your selfish doings- My head is stiff from lying on your basement floor, Your hand on my mother’s shoulder - an imprint of fear - Her sallow face - drained and soulless - your fault entirely- It’s been years since you’ve kissed me with empathy- Though, I suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, As you weren’t the person I was once introduced to.