Body made from candle wax
eyes carved out of fear.
A mouth that can only whisper,
a nose that only bleeds.
Ears that never listen
as instead of out, they go in.
Monster is what they call you.
In those nightmares, you have more than dreams.
You sweat so much you burn the sheets
your body paralyzed from fear.
And so you live on by trembles,
whimpers and whispers.
Scared of being found out
as the monster you are
trails of pus as you walk
but no one sees or talks.
No one ever looks at your eyes
the entrance to a soulless shell
that has been ripped open several times
broken like an egg.
Shattered like glass
spilt salt and ash from your rib cage to your hips
Still, it feels as if you were a balloon filled with air
and any moment, you could fly away.
But you are scared to fly
as you may melt like Icarus
when you reach for the stars
leaving only gauges of who you were behind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"