Day: Feb 21, 2021

They called me back again when I was almost out of the door,

They begged me to look at their stolen pearls for a moment more.

But there is dirt behind their fingernails from all the digging,

The smell of fresh corpses lingering, the gift that keeps on giving.

Their chairs tied themselves to my calves so I couldn’t run away,

Just another nightmare they put me through to keep me awake.

My restless legs danced on hot coals, my hair kept greying.

The dirty palms in their pockets smirked, “You should be staying.”

It must’ve been a week or a month, I can barely remember.

Thoughts chained to the walls, door glued shut until next December.

Even when I regret ever looking back when they yelled my name,

I’ll wrap their pearls around my neck tomorrow, ready to play the game.