Rise of Rebecca

No longer it sits upon my skin;
I hear poetry in the night.
I feel the heavy beats of my hart
Drumming. Drumming into my mind
taking me back.
Don't want to be there. Not in my mind, Not in my reality.
My arms are tired.
The drumming moves to my stomach.
My torso beats
Im breaking slowly..
Down to the pit I step.
No falling, No slipping.
Step by Step. Deliberate.
I've done this before, I know how it goes.
To rebuild,
I must break.
Slowly, Alone, In my darkness.