Here I am again
on the edge of that cliff,
needle in my hand.
After all this time
I’m not surprised—
No matter what I do,
I’ll always end up
Here.
I can still hear them—
Mother and Father screaming
My siblings drowning in their own blood
Guards storm the house
Me, hiding under a bed
Trying not to throw up
As the blood pools and touches my hand
Soaking through my clothes
Staining me…
The voice comes again
Offering me vengeance…justice
We have a deal; their souls are forfeit.
You’re only delaying the inevitable.
The needle feels heavy in my shaking hand.
The only sound is the roar
of the blood in my ears
and my shallow breathing.
This is the only way
And I give in.