How many more years?
An unanswered shriek
piercing the most prized armor.
A web of convoluted lies silencing
all volume. A Later now repeatedly
howling a prior. Here, you no longer are
replaced by your ghost that remains
forgetting all from before. Shackled by time
ticking slowly on its finite path with
clear blood trickling from your breasts
leaving no droplets to trail.
Chased away you still cannot be.
How many more years later
until you see that you must
refuse to return to me?