Slipped and fell.
Vicious cycle of doom.
Telling new lies to those old People,
Those people who used to fill up every wound.
I feel like I am being chocked.
No air, available for me.
No oxygen going through my lungs.
No love waiting for that sweet release.
That doll still stares at me.
The one kept in a box since 2.
She looks me deep inside, up and down.
I think she remembers what made me blue.
Even so maybe with it, what's the worse that can happen?
Will she summon me to hell?
Hell's hot for a good reason then.
Or will she send me to my fear?
Isolation.
Anything and everything, because
I told someone soon enough, everything scares me.
Could it be she heard me?
Split the second, I see tiny creatures.
Spiders freely crawl up my neck.
Maybe they think it's a safe space.
Maybe they know no one will come.
Or yet maybe I locked the door,
Maybe because I don't want anyone to save me.
I don't ever want to see the sun.