Wings of Wax

****Just a note that this is not how I feel now.****

Scars

intersect bisect

sinews taut

muscles abused

face

ridged

scream of rictus.

Black eyed

bleak

tears

boulders upon cheeks

shoulders slump

fear reigns

shadows creeping

peeking

under the bed

monsters lay not there

but upon the bed.

Never leaving

insinuating

whispering

voice always in the ear

in my mind

dragging me down

dredging up old memories.

Stare at the ceiling

blank

numb

digging fingers into mattress

keep me grounded

keep me sane

for if I let go

higher I shall fly

encumbered no longer

until the sun swallows me whole.

©June 22/20

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