I was being told to destroy myself. If I couldn’t do it rough enough then you should. Every inch of me, raw and brutal. I am the mistake, I am the sin, I am her most disgusting piece of meat to exist. Don’t let me breathe, don’t pity me, be heartless or be the one who will die ashamed on God’s hand. Her gentle murder, carrying through every silence we walked into, I have warned you at the very least. MOTHER DOESN’T KNOW WHAT MERCY IS, AND SHALL NEVER FIGURE OUT. Bend lower, dig deeper, deeper, and deeper until you couldn’t see me down there. Then I was awaken to a dirt that keeps falling on my face, she buried me. Alive. With the door of my coffin opened. Humiliating me among the unreachable nighttide, fronting your bare eyes. You—and her—might think I laid down on death’s side but I do hear her curse. Her damned words. Her shout of rage. I let the leash around this neck being the judge, heft my doggoned sin; hang me or release me. Throw me along with the devil or place me on your devoted white bed. I am the one to betray.