alone

when the laughter and all the talks we’ve had melt away
when all the voices and bodies are no longer near enough to touch

when all i’ve left is this

i start to think.
this is when the monsters i forcefully hide start to surface

they wink and they grimace

while they crawl fast around my head.
come to me again.

i’m scared.

Photo: Β©Jules Lefebvre, AllΓ©gorie de la Victoire (19th century)

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Anne J. says:

    Love it! Short, straight to the point, powerful! And excellent grammar. πŸ™‚ You write superb poetry. Keep them coming… when you can… no matter how short.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Angel says:

      Thank you very much! I’m glad that you appreciate it.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Anne J. says:

        My pleasure πŸ’–

        Like

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