Leave Me

Why won’t you let go of my corpse,

How much more life could you possibly take?

I have gone without my body for more than a year,

Hardly recognizing her, in all her suffering.

Where have I gone to? Heaven —

or Hell?

Only you’d be able to tell.

When will I get rid of the demons inside my head?

Miles and miles are between the bed I shed last solstice,

Though I cannot get far enough.

Please — Bury me and give me peace.

It is hard to forgive what still bleeds,

So I’ll drown myself in it until I have all you’ve stolen from me;

Becoming what you wanted me to be,

The corpse at the end of your bed.