The creatures in my skull

[withrazorwings]

wonder words
glancing at March
blue skies.
smiles and fading
sundering cries
walk twards the room
step out of the way
doors close under
small faces
hidden away.
never worrying
not stirring
the spiders in my room.
not crying
just wailing
just hushing
myself to sleep.
cold winds
intermittent heaves
of breath and birds
taking me on silver wings
so much space could never contend
this kind of empty leaves
me broken
or bent?
The core is wet
my mind
spent.
Always worrying about the monsters
hiding
under my bed.
Why the long face
sallow, shanty...
why the mad voices
confusing and taunting.
labels will fall
like the stars do in May,
but dont you worry my love
...
I'll try not to hide
my face
too much today.