By Melody Nadal Aka Ody Munson

A shadow from the past, taunting me.
Ripping my flesh, digging from my skull,
Till my sanity parted from me.

Those vultures savored every bit of my guts,
Drank my blood,
Whisking in every corner of earth,
Reminiscing my birth.
Is it a sin?
Every bit is a curse.

Till only my skeleton was left hanging.
You crushed it, crumbled me inside your grasp.
Earth is trembling.
I need to wake up; I’m dreaming.