Hostage in my own head,
tormented by the trauma I run from.
Drowning in fear,
bleeding out heartbreak;
the false smile I wear fools everyone.
Hands around my throat,
suffocating the light in me.
Slipping into dissociation,
reveling in hollowness;
the pain might consume me whole.
Death knocks on the door,
tendency begs for another try.
Considering permanency,
Remembering love;
and should I ever go, they’d simply say,
“I did not know.”
Fire & Female 