It's been a while since your last visit. I can't remember how many days it has been, they all blur together.
The woman keeps coming back asking about the bloody house. I don't think I'll be able to keep silent for much longer. She always asks the same questions, but last time she tried a new one.
She asked about the blood.
I worry that you told them about the blood on the walls. About the screams in my head. I worry that you gave up on me.
Please come back. I've never wanted to see someone as much as I want to see you. I'll answer the questions the woman asks if it'll make you come back.
I need you to keep the blood and screaming away. It has only been getting worse. I haven't slept in a while. I think I'm breaking.
He was never able to break me, but I think I'm breaking without you to keep the memory of him away.
How he touched me,
how he wanted me to scream,
oh how he loved making me scream.
I don't think I'll sleep again tonight.
Please come back, I want to be 'fixed' like you said I need to be. I don't want to live with this pain forever.
Just please come back.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Walls
De TodoThis started out as a poem, in my other book, called Hidden Message, but it got to over 1000 words, before it was done. So I figured that I should probably put it in its own book. Long story short, it happened by accident, but I think it turned out...
