alone in this cell
i created for myself
the fog expelled
from my breath
my thoughts yell
and overwhelm
from all around
they whip me
and i let them
i did this to myself
i let them control me
i try to squirm away
but the welts
sting too much
i wiggle my way
to the cell's bars
and scream
clutch the bars
as they pull me
back to the hell
i created for myself
i let my thoughts win
this is my punishment
i lose touch with my strength
and melt from within
i did this to myself
i let them win
-melt
YOU ARE READING
The Fog
Poesiaa collection of poetry im writing for the sake of healing, growing and venting. poems about depression, rape, body image will be present so please read at your own risk. Always take care of yourself. Aurea Fae
