it's the in dark
at the edge of my eyelids
inching closer
waiting to devour me whole
and now there's nothing to stop it
no one to stand between me
and the monster in my dreams
no bright sword to cut it down
only me
and my cowardly bones
rattling in a heap
heart scrambling to get away
leaving me crawling after it
only me
and it—haunted
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thorns and other maladies
Poesíaanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*