bound:

The phone rang out,

startling me awake.

It was 6 a.m.

A long time had passed,

I hadn’t heard your voice.

Christ, it felt like years.

What is it about guilt?

It eats you most in the dark.

Those quiet moments alone,

you become the thing you fear.

The mirror can’t tell you the truth.

You don’t see the truth, you feel it.

Every lie you told was another link,

another piece of the chain that binds you.

Your voice wavers on the line.

I really wish I could set you free.

But you already have the key.