Stark Reality

Thoughts swirling downward in a spiral of doubt Below the fractured surface, darkness quietly rumbles It waits for the opportune moment to strike, Its serpentine tendrils squeezing around my tender flesh Held in a crushing vice grip, despair infects my mind Every trace of hope slowly trickles out, Scarlet rivulets fading into nothingness

A Beautiful Disaster

Fear of being harmed again, But blind hope for a miracle, too A disaster waiting to happen, Perhaps