Skeleton of the garden

You have come back to haunt me.

My dreams have been void of you until recently.

It seems you have more terror to invoke.

I fall into you, for what seems like an eternity.

Your venomous grasp and the scales of its skin send shock through my veins.

I end screaming every time, begging to be put down.

After so long, yet still you have to come and visit.

Can’t you just let go.

Can’t you just accept your misdeeds and live in the hellscape you birthed.

It is your child.

How you have yet to take responsibility for your kin.

I’m glad it always ends in your tears.

I pray they are made of acid and toxins.

I hope it scars your skin.

That way you only see the monster you have made in the mirror.

A daily reminder of the person you tarnished.

Of the people you burned.

Of the family now forgotten.

Fear not, the end brings tranquility.

For your god is near.