All my ghosts start with the same letters
I call them by their nicknames

Heartbreak
Grief
Regret
Trauma

Some of them have faded over time
I can’t even see their faces anymore
But others haunt me every day
Their screams haunt my bones

I am tempted to rip myself a part
Go down to the studs
Excise the demons living inside
Bath myself in holy water

Or I can make peace with myself
Help myself move on
But I can’t get myself to let go
I’m too used to being taunted

Will you be my priest

Will you free me