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The room is dark
And my throat is dry,
The only light comes from cars,
When they occasionally drive by.

Long since given into inertia,
On the concrete slabs I lie,
The sticky puddle underneath,
Marks where I thought I died.

Eventually,
My staccato breath smooths,
And dull awareness settles,
Like a cat upon the roofs.
My eyes open,
I know I must move.
So slow,
The slipping,
Standing up and nearly tripping,
When my head decides it hasn't left the floor.

Drunkenly,
I stumble.
I reach for the lock and fumble,
Looking for keys I never had at all
But looking anyway,
Just to try and stall.

Blood loss having long since robbed me of dexterity,
I turn a shoulder to it and smash through.
I am immediately assaulted by the familiarity
Of the awful place I have come to.

I reel back from the trick,
Equal parts intrigued and sick
And tumble over a corpse on the ground,
Look down
To see,
It's me.

I stare in silence,
Remembering those final moments,
Filled with screams and violence
And mostly agony.

Now I look around,
To find myself to be a ghost,
One who's left to murmur,
why me... mommy.

Description
The room is dark
And my throat is dry,
The only light comes from cars,
When they occasionally drive by.

Long since given into inertia,
On the concrete slabs I lie,
The sticky puddle underneath,
Marks where I thought I died.

Eventually,
My staccato breath smooths,
And dull awareness settles,
Like a cat upon the roofs.
My eyes open,
I know I must move.
So slow,
The slipping,
Standing up and nearly tripping,
When my head decides it hasn't left the floor.

Drunkenly,
I stumble.
I reach for the lock and fumble,
Looking for keys I never had at all
But looking anyway,
Just to try and stall.

Blood loss having long since robbed me of dexterity,
I turn a shoulder to it and smash through.
I am immediately assaulted by the familiarity
Of the awful place I have come to.

I reel back from the trick,
Equal parts intrigued and sick
And tumble over a corpse on the ground,
Look down
To see,
It's me.

I stare in silence,
Remembering those final moments,
Filled with screams and violence
And mostly agony.

Now I look around,
To find myself to be a ghost,
One who's left to murmur,
why me... mommy.