The silence has an echo
I call out
As she replies
A wet thick voice comes over her
""She's gone""
Deafeningly loud
I call out
""I'm always here""
It's 5am
I can hear
Screams from behind the bathroom door
Strips of flesh in a pile
Blood all over the sink
Curled up
In the tub
He sat
Pieces of flesh in the sink
I can't take it anymore