they crawl in like whispers
thin as smoke
lickin my bones while I sleep
slitherin in
pressin their teeth to my ribs
laughin in colors that don’t make sense
they like when I scream
but only when it’s quiet
the kinda scream that twists your guts
and crawls across your skin
slow and silent
it lets them in
where they can feed
off the noise in my head
sweet and sour
with a bitter aftertaste
they wrap round my ankles
cling to my back
ride the waves of my pulse
pressin their hands into my thoughts
sightless faces nibblin on my heart
consumin just enough
to make me wonder
if I ever had one
they’re always there
but never here
a step behind
and a breath too close
pressin their hungry mouth to my ear
they taunt me
not in words
but a breath
caught between whispers
that wrap round my brain
in ways I can’t explain
I understand them
but not exactly
it’s like they’re inside of me
their voices
like the air before rain
too soft to hold
too heavy to escape
murmurin things I don’t understand
but I know are meant for me
how can a sound like that
feel so fuckin loud?
how can I hear them so clearly
when they’re too quiet to touch?
but they never stop
they never let go
and each breath I take
feels like they’ve always been there
feedin
slowly
til they’ve had their fill
on whatever’s left of me
Brilliantly penned, Ambjr. Into the book it belongs! Your imagery is incredible, felt as though I was being hunted. I can relate. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian