April 21, 2019
She’s scared, almost desperate.
I lay in the dark listening to the voices in my head are hers.
They are loud, oh so loud tonight robbing me of the sleep I so yearn.
Whispers, unintelligible garbled sobs of desperation.
She waits in the shadows where I have banished her.
A child, I can feel him clawing at my throat. Reaching. Falling. Trying again.
He can see my light she tries to extinguish.
Tonight a battle is being fought.
