He stalks me,
he is,
everywhere,
I turn.
This monster,
lives inside me,
clawing its way,
through my flesh,
to reach the surface.
And when he does,
moments pass,
like lifetimes.
Racing heart,
thumping so loudly,
it may rip,
right out,
my chest.
Sweating skin,
so unbearably hot,
as if a scorching iron,
was melting each layer.
Stomach,
feeling so empty,
so hollow,
like a well,
leading down,
to the pits of hell.
I can barely,
breathe.
Lungs,
unable to,
inhale,
exhale,
repeat.
Shaking limbs,
like my own personal,
earthquake.
Nausea,
overwhelms me,
like im looking,
in the mirror.
But now I know,
he doesnt come to play,
when I’m with loved ones,
they keep him away.
He likes to,
attack,
when I’m alone.
Especially,
alone,
when others,
are in packs.
He likes an audience,
for his sick,
twisted,
games.
He lurks in the shadows,
then sneaks up,
from behind.
Blindfolds me,
blade to throat,
threatening,
always.