The Darkness Six
The horror that creeps through my mind
The sanity that is feels it must bind
It seeps in from every direction
Speaking in tongues many different dialect-ions
My only friend is silver and shiny
The relief it gives is massive to me
But tiny thin cuts are all you’ll ever see.
I watched as the water ran red
My mind finally quieted I returned myself to bed.
Copyright © Michelle Cloutier | Year Posted 2020
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