9.20.2015

Unseen

Sometimes, a growl will crawl up my throat
My eyes will narrow, my fingers will transform
Into claws as I hiss and scratch and bite
My nostrils flaring and my balance on my toes
Teeth bared and breath leaving me in heaving pants
I will curse, I will spit, I will shriek in fury

Inside, I am curled up in the darkest corner
Deep in the shadows where I will be safe
From the monster prowling, while my hands
Cover my ears, my eyes squeezed tightly closed
Humming under my breath until the madness
Passes and the outside world belongs to me again

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