I have become so afraid of my sadness,
this glistening horror that slinks between my arteries
and devours the oxygen in my lungs
and oh, for all her meals, she is never sated, never full
sometimes, in the dark where even moonlight
cannot trespass the black-out curtains of my heart
i feed her scraps of whats left of me
just enough for her to survive, and sometimes
in the winking moments before dawn, enough to thrive;
because for all her wretchedness, she is still here
exploring the hollow within me
she hasn't left yet.