It won’t stop
I wander atop
And dangle my feet,
Over the nonchalant
streets.
They come back
Not they; it.
Consuming me like a never
ending psychological pit
Slowly but surely, it devours
your brain
Releasing trapped
memories that bring you
pain
In protest, you grab your
head
And try to yank it out
But it won’t stop until it’s
fed
you shout
‘What are you?’
An unnatural hum plays in a
chorus
It’s tempo increasing
You know what’s about to
happen
You drop to your knees and
begin pleading
The anvil drops on your
heart
Causing your breathing to
halt to a stop
You get up
and jump.
