Fragments · Poetry
i've never been scared of the dark
but since i started sleeping alone
the all consuming darkness has shapeshifted into the truth
it seems to illuminate my sense of desperation, at all the wrong times.
to be gripped so tight by a hand i wont hold is a demon i can't pray away
bless with holy water
or exorcise from my system,
when desperation strikes
i find myself unravelling in the pews
praying,
bargaining with god to be whole
alone
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