Don’t Come Back

My days impersonate minutes. You plundered my time, you marked my end. I encountered the unknown, suffering your dark presence. I listened to the healer’s words of scrutiny, promises of hope. I don’t want you to come back. A hidden savior; I cried her name—Crystalline Elixir. Beneath her chaotic destruction, she pushed away your deadly grip. Closing my eyes, baring my veins to a new nightingale, avoiding her cold stare. I embraced her miracle. Waiting. Enduring. Because, I don’t want you back. Six months, twenty-four needles. The Healer declares victory. A new future, he promises without corruption living inside.

For a short while I inhale the rising sun, I see morning flowers bloom again. The song birds serenade my soul. Silver linings on every cloud. I hold hands with the moon before closing my eyes, my prayers of thanksgiving lifted to a merciful God.

And then one early morn, I feel your embrace. Just as before. A nimble caress deep inside. I tremble believing you have returned. Night after night I lay awake with secret knowledge—you have rebounded. The Healer will confirm my greatest fear. So, I will avoid him. Knowing. I don’t want you...