Heir Of 2001 Poem by Marta Xoxx

Heir of 2001...
it's still haunting me today.
Even though it's been so long
since then...
Your words still echo through my heart.

Every phrase you threw;
one better than the next.
I remember the phone,
every one of the messages left
constantly on the machine...

And that one suicidal night
of so much blood that I was forced to swim in.
That vodka...
each shot pouring itself over the next,
With every dropp of blood...
your cruel grin widens.
Every tear she cried
only made your glare smile even more

I'm never going toforget
any of the words you spat at her
while she was on the floor,
breathing it all in.
Everything still echoes in the heir of 2001.

And I swear I still regret
that last tear that burned down my cheek.
You knew what it was from.
But you never seemed to care.

Still- when I glance in the mirror
I see that burn mark
on my seven year old face...

The heir of 2001 is still holding my hand;
frozen in shadows of what used to be home.