Listen to the sound of my knees dropping to the floor before I grace the bed with my frame. Listen to how everything rings out as weighted, as iron, as if a thousand lifetimes could be resting within my marrow. Listen as the ground cracks beneath these hardened palms, these scarred knuckles; it's all from pummeling my name into the wrong walls guarding vulnerable chests. Listen to these echoes of desperate attempts as they scream DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE, DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE. Listen to this trauma drip from my jaw as honey without the sweetness; less honeycomb house to call home, more isolation room complete with white-washed walls. Listen to these feet of mine climb this bedside like a rock wall, toes gripping crevices in the sheet like lifelines. Listen to how all of this chimes out as a cry for help, until the slumber takes over and all is silent.