People on the internet
are like any others
and talking without reason
terrifies us.
‘Everyone you meet
is the monster under the bed
the skeleton in your closet
the psyche of horror
haunts their dreams.’
Maybe
every fable
we’ve ever heard
is lingering behind
the veil we call
our lives.
Or maybe,
if we were
really honest
for one moment,
a single breath.
We’d all come to know
spooks and goblins
didn’t come from tales told–
it is our personal fears
hiding within the mind.
Our unwillingness to believe
that anyone could come to love us
and the doom that suffocates
is the feeling no one will ever know,
who we are.
If people ever caught sight
of our bones
sleeping underneath skin
they’d run
leaving us with scars
scratched so deeply
we’d never be able to recover.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
People on the internet
are like any others
and talking without reason
terrifies us.
‘Everyone you meet
is the monster under the bed
the skeleton in your closet
the psyche of horror
haunts their dreams.’
Maybe
every fable
we’ve ever heard
is lingering behind
the veil we call
our lives.
Or maybe,
if we were
really honest
for one moment,
a single breath.
We’d all come to know
spooks and goblins
didn’t come from tales told–
it is our personal fears
hiding within the mind.
Our unwillingness to believe
that anyone could come to love us
and the doom that suffocates
is the feeling no one will ever know,
who we are.
If people ever caught sight
of our bones
sleeping underneath skin
they’d run
leaving us with scars
scratched so deeply
we’d never be able to recover.
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