The voice
It always comes back
Coming in waves,
Hushed hisses,
weaving through my ears and
Behind my eyes.
And I see it so clearly.
Every night.
When I should be at peace,
It comes back.
A shadow cast over my brain.
A shard from days gone by
That's lodged itself in my lobes,
Infecting my every bit.
Eating away at the healthy tissue.
Tearing holes.

And no amount of tears and begging
Can pull you out of me.
So deep under my skin,
I'd have to dig you out.
Carve a note on my person,
Begging you to leave
Before it happens again.

And every time I silently plead,
You whisper back,
"If it happens again...


it'll be the last time."