This Dark Fall

It's over

I own it

It’s mine.
O Dark

November

Of two thousand sixteen-

A dead zone

Talk to me!

Where am I

Can't you hear Me?

Dreamt I was in hell

I can't leave it

I woke up

I’ll do anything for it

Opened eyes

Cracked mind

I am alive

No tears or saliva

Only raw

Cold blood

It’s filthy

Dry

Heart brain skin and teeth;

Far too sweet

Braced for impact

I adore it

One thundering beat

I’m staying
Shouting

Victory!

I’ll never leave

I’ve been here before

It’s inside me

Doorway's here

It’s so cruel

Closed

I open it

I have it

I see now

I love it
For the first time

This living lie
The shoe fit

I own it

It's mine.

O Dark

November

Of two thousand sixteen-
Can't you hear me?

The darling of the dead

It’s over
I own it

It’s mine!

-Mary Catherine, Cowardice Queen