It Leads

It’s getting a little bit away from me 

Walking up the street at only half a step faster 

It’s wearing a pair of filthy jeans and a shirt with stains down the front

It has no head 

It’s always screaming at me to let it inside 

Says it has what I need 

That it can help me 

I tell it I’ve let it since I was 17 and grieving 

But that doesn’t seem to be good enough and it walks on 

A step or two ahead 

I can’t remember when I ditched my shoes 

The tops of them dug into my feet 

So I just left them behind 

It told me getting rid of them was the right thing to do 

That my comfort matters most 

That it’ll help me get there 

I’m getting a little tired 

My mind wanders but it tells me that introspection is dangerous 

It knows better than me 

It leads on, further down the road

I think I heard my mother behind me yesterday

Poor Claire 

She can’t really chase me 

The road only lets you on if you ask nicely and give a little blood 

She isn’t the type

Two tongues dance in my mouth 

It says we’re getting close to the end 

The same thought that put me behind it 

I see the end 

It asks if I’m still capitated