Just the reminder that I never did kill it,
that it still breathes and broods beneath my new clean skin.
That the shackles have been let out, not broken,
that at times, I will come back like the animal I used to be.
The reminder that I will, liberated, listen in the shadows of my room
for its heavy breathing, come to reclaim its crown,
to sit on my shoulders, weighing down weak bones.
Remembering that it is god, and I can only hear its call,
try as I might to mishear its bellowed commandments,.
It is the ever thirsty drain,
Try as I do to obscure its open maw.