Mar 20
monster dreams
and hides,
burning in my
bones,
melting the
doors,
finding ways
to survive
when it gets
cold.
words have
drained,
doused the
fires
outside.
outside, there's
this wilderness
I cannot
control —
how it eats
me whole,
tearing pieces
of my soul
until there's
nothing left
of me
but silence,
untold.
