foggy winter
dewy grass
icy pebbles

your steeps,
my steps
warmer pebbles.

but you see -
she has
a tendency
to be silent
when it gets
real loud
inside her head.

It's like water rushing over me,
Trying to drown me,
It's an impossible feeling,
Release me,
This cool feeling has got me reeling,
Sinking towards the bottom where I can't even scream.

It's the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.

I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed

Poetry
       i wrote until it
              Finally
          Became easier to
Breathe
m.d