The Dance of the Haunted

It is always there, isn't it?

What you do not like to talk about, what you do not even want to acknowledge that it is inside of you,

That scratching.

First, you begin to feel that scratching at the inside of your chest. Like a little claw scratching at your heart, reminding you of how your heart truly aches.

Then it moves scratch...scratch...scratch.

This infernal scratching has slowly dragged itself to the inside of your head.

Again, dragging it's small curved claw inside your mind, digging up buried memories, digging up the old dead earth of those terrors you long to forget.

Even though you work hard to control it, to keep it a sleep, the scratching,

It awakens by the smallest trigger...

A Sound..

A Image...

A Smell...

A Thought..

And it awakens in all its chaotic fury.

And that is when the dance begins.

We begin the dance of entanglement of;

the cursed

the animal

the demon

that lives inside of you.

The companions that are doing the scratching, the reminding, the mocking, the puppeteer's of bringing alive what lies dormant.

These are your forever companions, in this dance of the haunted.