You have gone away enough.
33 times.
You did it 33 times.
Again and again and again you forgot.
Pissing in the litter box tucked under the bathroom sink you felt as though you owned everything.
You pounce on the little bits of shit as if the smell is enjoyable.
Don’t you want to remember what life really smells like?
And please don’t beat yourself up, not any more.
It is just that you have always had a choice. The only dead end is death. Won’t you turn around?
Please, we would really like you to stay.
And for the love of God stop shitting in the corner it smells terrible.
