• Softly, Slowly, Creeping Closer.
    The sound grows clear, coming near.
    Something worse than what I feared.

    Why its here,
    And what I had done.
    Thats unravelling my human-ness

    And pulling my by my heartstrings,
    Oh the woe and terror it brings!
    I feel my heart lurch and fling.

    What is it, and why is it coming here?
    And is it for me?
    Or for her?

    Contort, Consort, Fall.

    Black ink splatters across the page.
    As if casted by a mage.
    My heart trapping me like a cage.

    And I hold on to the fringe.
    And the cuts don`t burn,
    They singe.

    Oh fear holding the lunge whip,
    And the halter holding me on.
    Around in circles I go.

    Fear fluttering flamboyant things.
    In the deep dark.
    I feel like falling apart.

    And thats why you don`t try compressed fear,
    My darling,
    My little dear.