deathly afraid of the disqueiting scenes,
of almosts, what-ifs, and could have beens,
of destructive thought that quietly lingers,
and my dreams slipping through my fingers.
15. the monsters inside my head
deathly afraid of the disqueiting scenes,
of almosts, what-ifs, and could have beens,
of destructive thought that quietly lingers,
and my dreams slipping through my fingers.
