The Soul Collector

“Why?”

“What did I do?”

“How can you do this?”

The voices of the ones I’ve killed continue to haunt me. They are always with me now, tormenting me. Somedays, like today, I don’t even realize that I’ve killed again until they are in my head, and I know they are gone.

I should call myself the soul collector. Every one of them, going back to the owl, is here in my head, screaming and crying and askin