They keep clawing
Sinking their claws into the cold and dry dirt of their graves
Hissing and seething with mourning
They touch my feet yet I kick them away
I do not know if I can keep them at bay
At night, I feel them tugging at my legs
Licking my calves and gently gnawing on my legs
Their claws tickle my legs and keep me awake at night
They whisper that they only wish to lick my tears away
But I know better
I know what they do to my mind at night
When I let them hold me in their miserable arms
When I let them lick my tears and leave burning trails
I know what it's like to cry myself to sleep at night