My sadness is a lion I like to pretend isn't in the room.
Truthfully he lies just under my chair, the forced smile, waiting to be awoke by my sorrow and devour me one sob at a time.
His claws, the rush of adrenaline, and his strength, the memories, crush my windpipe.
I am the lioness.
The lion is my leader.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
My sadness is a lion I like to pretend isn't in the room.
Truthfully he lies just under my chair, the forced smile, waiting to be awoke by my sorrow and devour me one sob at a time.
His claws, the rush of adrenaline, and his strength, the memories, crush my windpipe.
I am the lioness.
The lion is my leader.