I don’t know this feeling
but it knows me.
It slips beneath my skin
when the night forgets to breathe.
Uninvited. Unrelenting.
A quiet voice that screams:
"cut, cut, cut, cut…"

I don’t want this feeling,
but it always finds its way.
A shadow pressed against my chest,
suffocating in the gentlest way.
It comes and goes like broken tides,
but each time,
it takes a little more of me.

I lose myself
in the silence between heartbeats,
in the war no one can see.
Every time it visits,
I forget the sound of light.
I forget how to be.