By Brian Richmond

Five years ago, I got a call from your father
He said you put a needle to your skin
But the needle broke
And so, did your veins
Five years ago, you broke your father’s heart
And he broke his back
The weight of your decisions
Were enough to make the man snap
You broke down the statue of the man
Who built you up brick by brick
You tore him down
The same way you tore into your skin
It’s a supernatural feeling,
Feeling like this
Knowing you ended it for good
On Halloween
A 3 am call and a subjective conversation,
Carried on with a knife in the spine of a giant
The statue of an unbreakable man,
Broken by the little boy with a baseball bat