Come find me

When my father had a stroke I hid myself inside the bathroom for a week .

Pretended the tub drain was a tunnel, that this new version of my father was the monster and my regrets of not seeing him was the wave from the water I’d never be able to swim in and knew from that moment on I would never stop running.

A sort of revelation to the bad if you think.

Went searching for my mother down there and found her trying to stuff my body inside hers.

Says she gets lonely sometimes. That they can’t reach us down here and that someday too I will shed my skin the same way she had to but first I needed to become her.

Bones in the dirt just rusting away waiting for a moment that wouldn’t come in this lifetime.