Monster

Chains,
my blame,
knives,
my guilt,
all the bodies under the quilt.
severed body parts,
and all the insides during that time ripped out.
shout for help,
nobody will hear you,
cry,
nobody will care.
I walk out of the shadows,
wanting my part of the pain,
to heal my guilt and shame.
I am the one who put the bodies under the quilt.

by David Lomenick

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