Only in complete solitude
Does it rear its ugly head
It thrives in the environment of the loving
heart on the sleeve ready to be yours before you even ask
No part of them is really theirs
It's in a temporary holding awaiting their retrieval
But then
The footsteps tickling possibility
The whispers never have a chance to kiss the raindrops
Because furrowed brows relax
And the growls blossom into a wonderful laughter
the kind of laugh that used to house your peace
Has now been transferred to a prison that you can never seem to reach
A route only he knows
The map in ink that his eyes can see when the evil subsides
but it won't
So the map remains a paper
and the laugh becomes the grounding feeling of fear
the fear houses you long after he's gone
in search for fear you hunt the prison
but she's being ravaged by the maggots in the soil
as the hunt continues for something you don't even know the name of
The walls reach the heights of the heavens
But there is only more room to grow.