Darkness on the edge




The escapologist


The shell is thin

Brittle heart

The child curls inside

Mind frozen

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

Or breathe

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.








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