09/01/21
There’s a monster
Living under my skin.
I’ve seen it in the mirror and
I’ve felt it shifting my face into its own.
I don’t know where it came from or
How long it plans on staying.
Maybe it’s decided
I feel like home,
And it’s here to stay.
It wouldn’t be the first to feel that way.
And I feel it in my heart,
Where it claws into me and holds me
With anger and fear and despair.
And I don’t know where
To go to leave it behind
Because it’s infested me in body and in mind.
And I don’t know how to run
When it controls my legs.
And I don’t know how to escape
When it feels like we’re becoming one.
And I don’t know how to live
When it’s screaming that we need to be done.
About the Creator
Emery Pine
I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable
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