For Marissa

Bag over her head,
arms folded
And that stupid look on her face;
anger and uncertainty.
Think, think, think.
But I can't when I'm on the brink of insanity.
Look at me,
feel my hurt.
See this blood?
This was no accident,
Yet it doesn't even begin
to mask the pain i'm in.
I can feel your head spin
along with mine.
So let's hold hands,
I'll keep you grounded
I promise,
your peace I will find
but this may take some days to unwind...
And I know you don't have that kind of time.
And I can't say this enough -
I'm sorry.