Regrets

Haven’t seen you in a while.

Thought you were buried where there is no coming back.

Here you are.

I’ve been meaning to tell you that you aren’t welcome.

This place is sacred, personal, mine.

Never come back, this is no place for the wicked.

Interruptions are unacceptable.

That is my life.

Six years dissolved by you.

Behind the wall that held me up.

Shame and anger reign supreme.

The mirror.

The bite marks.

The climax.

His ring and the shirt you left behind.

By Anonymous