rough drafts

she has monsters

creeping in her head

when she’s asleep at night

they eat at the present and the beautiful memories

and they make her forget

they drill holes at the wholes she took forever to build

they consume the love, their favorite meal

and give room for doubts and questions

and paranoia sets in like the single drop of blood that makes the water lose all clarity

and pour a heap of sand on the bonfires and they soon fizzled out

and she feels cold as the hands that she used to hold

and they tame all frenzied emotions until the world finally stops

and all that’s left is the carcass of what beauty once was

~ by armednfabulous on January 26, 2009.