Why is it still watching?

It hasn't had enough.

Permanently taking that menacing form.

Eight Legs. No Eyes. No face.

BUT STILL SMILING WITHOUT THEM. IT LAUGHS.


¡Please, make it stop, God, just make it stop! It's in every direction.

It knows what I had to do that night. A memory I didn't want to remember. It eats me from the inside.

¿Why is he in my head now?  ¿What makes this visit so different?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I feel sick.