C-ontrol
Chomp, crunch, crack.
"Can you hear it?"
Courage— he lacked.
Choke, chew, consume.
"Can you see it?"
Claws—thin but sharp— attacked.
Cold, calm, cruel.
"Can you feel it?"
Chaos had protracted.
Control, control, control.
"Confine me, away from it."
"Cage me to keep me intact."
Circle of light ascended.
Clarity restored.
Clusters of his sanity detracted.
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A story of a boy that has insomnia and hallucinates about the monsters inside his head.
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Alphabetical Disorder
PoesíaWithin every letter, there are words of prose and poetry. Who knew the ABC's can be dysfunctional, too?
