Laying still and curled up small,
the world dims and becomes quiet,
heart beating so hard it numbs
the rib cage.
The disembodied voice
demanding what it calls ‘forgiveness’,
for another chance,
while trying to hide the deceit
that lies so heavy on its tongue
drying out its throat to cease the words.
It is only seeking the power
that it once had:
a throne and a crown
that I usurped,
keep locked away
no matter how much the voice pleads.
To destroy the throne and crown
is a temptation and desire,
but even just a glimpse of those
metals with their peeling gold plating
is enough to bring the voice back
to drown this room once more.