Concrete

I wish I could take my pain out.

Draw it out like donated blood.

Mix it into concrete.

Make an obelisk of it.

Take it on a Navy ship.

This rock made of pain and memory.

And just throw it away.

Into the ocean. Let it sink to the bottom.

Let the monsters of the deep swirl around it.

With their alien lights and sightless eyes.

Because that’s where it belongs.

With monsters.