How do you sleep with regrets tucked under your pillow?
With its heaviness holding your eyelids down not to sleep; but to punish with remorse.
How do you feel when affliction of your actions take hold of your throat one by one; choking you until you can’t breathe.
How do you feel, tell me how do you feel ? Can you sleep? Can you breathe? Do you have peace?
Do you feel your chest getting crushed under the weigh of it all? Your rib cage tightening, constricting your windpipe. Your heart caving in on itself. Do your lungs comply? Or have they betrayed you too like you betrayed me?
How does it feel, tell me how does it feel? Does your heart beats? And if it beats does it lunges in longing? Does it lunges enough to thump through your chest wall, break bones like you broke me?
Can you get out of bed? And if you can, do your legs carry you far enough to run from the carnage- blood and guts and slaying. Is your jar of hearts finally filled to the brim? Is it spilling? If not, do you need more still? How many more to satiate your thirst for hearts? Tell me.
Do you apologize? Tell me have you said sorry? And if you have, does it changes anything? Does it fix the slew of arteries you ripped apart and countless veins you left to bleed?
Do you feel guilt? And if you do, is it eating you alive the same way you swallowed me? Took my existence from me. Stole me from me. Do you even feel like a thief?
Or, do you hush the voices in your head every night,
Lay your remorses to rest along with the corpses of all those you have murdered,
and go peacefully to sleep?