66 days Not Forgotten

Sixty-six days
One thousand five hundred eighty-four hours
Ninety-five thousand forty minutes
Five million seven hundred two thousand four hundred seconds

Each second crawls beneath my skin,
it knows the shape of where I've been,
it counts the breaths I shouldn't take,
it waits to see how long I'll break.

Each minute drips into the ground,
a slow, wet, rotting, choking sound,
the forest hums beneath its breath,
a lullaby of teeth and death.

Each hour sharpens every lie,
it peels the truth and lets it die,
no body screams, no proof is found,
just blood that stains the sleeping ground.

no body screams, no proof is gotten,
but guilt stays warm - not forgotten.