Sitting With Myself

I want to sit with the silence

So I can blot out with gin

What you etched on my thirsting skin.

I want to neglect

Your emeralds and jades

Never meant for my whiskey waves.

I want to unravel myself

From the ghostly echoes

That populate my silence.

I want to rip open the laceration

And let it all bleed ‘til I myself deprive,

For only by dying in you can I feel alive.

I want to purge myself

In the unquenchable stillness,

And rid myself of this illness.

All inside is hallow

And I cling to nothingness.

I am simply sitting with myself.

Marieugenia Cardona