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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