About to expose the shit list.
Bare my bruised and broken past.
And it’s written down and it hurts to look at,
to feel and re-live again.
About to acknowledge those I’ve hurt and heckled and been hideous to,
And it’s spoken aloud
and its echoes hit the walls like suicide splatter on aged floral wallpaper.
About to admit that
…this was where I was…
…but is not where I
About to heal.
About to hear.