The photo memories.....
sinking in my sweetly gulped pills,
did you ever anticipate
the pain your hands would bring?

I stare around in an empty classroom,
feel like the dirt of your fussy broom.
"wash and wipe your feet before coming in,
but ignore the violence of my troubled sins."

If I could dismember all the eyes that leer,
find an opening to land the heart shot,
jump a wall of all the demons drawing near,
How can I run when I chose to feel the shots?

This day, I wish didn't, would not invade,
but I see the smashing of every single mirror.
How monsters are not born, procreated,
and as I sink into oblivion, nothing's more clearer.

I'm still drowning in that bathtub,
can't release to see the sun,
flowing through my mother's tears,
her gentle touch & skin rubs
trying to make me feel better.

A day's forecast wish brought all the storms,
photographic memorizes all and before.
Throttling hands I visualize yesterday,
and I'm the monster is what they say.

These photos will never blacken and fade,
like polluted waters the ducklings wade,
I wish I had drowned in that bath,
I wouldn't be the cause of your aftermath.