Silently she creeps and crawls behind me.
Latched on with her incisions, she infests me with her disease.
Infected with parasites I spin and spiral down the blackest of pits
flooded with thoughts and dream I wish not to bear witness to.
Swallowed whole, I am left with no air to breathe
no voice to speak
and my vision fades with the wind.
Doubt, regret,
perception, deception
all clutch and bind me to myself.
And as I wallow in my own shame
I lose myself
gone
left with no trace
except for the footsteps I once took
and that are now brushed away.