The shell is thin
The child curls inside
Every sound is a knife, a shard, a shiv
Skin too sensate
They beat upon the walls of your soul
You recoil, dive deeper
Until you cannot hear or see or feel
Only then are you safe
Only then can you trust yourself
The void calls
But you are deaf and blind to it
Safe in the coils of the silent dark.
Words and image are my own.