2d
It comes in rage—
silence spilling
like ink
onto paper.
A sinking feeling,
sharp and familiar,
knocks on my door.
I feel her weight
pressing through the walls,
settling on my chest,
burrowing deep
into my flesh.
Her wild eyes
cut through the dark—
searching, knowing.
I hide
behind the curtains,
soft and useless.
The door stirs—
opens
the fire grinning.
Flames climb,
and smoke thickens—
curling into the corners
of the room,
into me.
But it’s alright.
I hardly breathe
anymore.
