My Gift

“I’ve hidden the body…”

            Is that supposed to comfort me?

            Absolve me of my guilt?

“I’ve washed away the blood…”

            Is that supposed to calm me?

            Absolve me of my nightmares?

“I’ve taken care of everything…”

            Is that supposed to satisfy me?

            Absolve me of my worry?

I’ll see that face in my dreams.

I’ll see the blood in my mind.

I’ll worry over everything,

    every moment.

I’ve taken another’s life;

            Watched the light leave their eyes,

            And reaching hands finally fall.

            Felt molten blood cool on my skin.

Death has become my gift.