Heart. Goes. Thump.
Three rounds shot from someone's handgun in the middle of the night. Wakes me. Shaking. Breath palpatating the lost heart beats. Some things I'm not okay with.
I'm not okay with the fear. The way its sinking colorless, silent snaking, self decides to wrap around me. Us. Especially at night. When we're tucked under the covers. Warm but not free. Kept but not safe.
If we think for a moment that we've got the doors locked. A window will be open. The things that I fear. Your wings. My heart. The catalyst- a dark stranger in the night.
I'm not okay with the fear. The way its sinking colorless, silent snaking, self decides to wrap around me. Us. Especially at night. When we're tucked under the covers. Warm but not free. Kept but not safe.
If we think for a moment that we've got the doors locked. A window will be open. The things that I fear. Your wings. My heart. The catalyst- a dark stranger in the night.