Dead I'm Gone

Go away she said, Go away you're dead
Go away she said, I don't need you in my head
Go away she said, i don't need to be saved
Go away she said, i don't want your aid
Go away i said, Go Away Your Dead!
Go away i said, you just a voice in my head
Go away i said, you are but just another corpse i left
Go away i said, for i die too with each breath
Go away i said, Go away your dead!

She uttered repeatedly to herself as she dug into the mud and grit with a shovel she had borrowed from her neighbours tool shed. Once again she had found herself burying yet another piece of herself in the middle of a stormy night, somewhere in a cemetery where only she had the keys to the blood drenched rusty gates and pathways made out pieces of human skulls she had collected throughout the years.

'A strange night to be out digging' she thought, trying hard to resist the temptation to give in to the voice in her head. "Go away i said, for your remains shall lay in this grave amongst the rotting corpse who have visited here before."
It was not like her to be out digging this late, usually she would have had the job done by dusk. Tonight was different, as the voice proved to be harder to shake off and made her come up with all types of excuses as to why she needs to reassess. This constant battle augmented her anger to dig the shovel in deeper and grab just the right amount of grit she needs to get it over with and be back home before dawn.

With the sweat and rain mixed with the tears running down her cheeks, her eyes scintillated like emeralds at the bottom of a shallow river illuminated by the moonlight, she proceeded to add more gravel and began to wonder what a life without... would be like? Perhaps this was a good time to find herself and become something more than just a mortician. Not sure yet of what that would be, she did not have a care in the world as elation of finally shoveling in the last bit of grit took over and she knew she did not have to work the graveyard shift again. For she was enervated from the curse she had encountered over the years.

Go away she said, you're no longer the voice in my head, no longer the soul sucking sycophant that has left me bruised and fragmented on the inside and on the outside.

I'm free from pain, i'm free from death.

Go away I said. Go Away I am Gone.