Day: Sep 23, 2022

It started with candles and a bottle of gin,

And a text from my ex begging me to come over.

I deleted the number three weeks ago

When I saw hot ashes on her pale shoulders.

I spilled all the water on her old sofa,

Swearing to never let my lips say her name.

But these candles whisper in gentle tones,

And escaping darkness is a terrible game.

The floor creaks under my weight as I break.

If I move, the night will swallow me whole.

These voices around me are getting louder.

My own voice feels like it’s only a mole.

I feel fingers tracing my shoulders with ice,

And my eyelids refuse to open up.

Low growls snake around my pale skull.

I know I will have to drink from the cup.

Still, it started with candles and one hex,

And a text from ex wishing me true peace.

I have bottled up every gram of my rage.

Tonight I will finally summon the beast.

-Jackie