in the night.
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oh, i’m afraid of myself in the night.
the stars that once served as my kite i lost in a fistfight with the moon. i don’t have light to keep me tied down. for borrowing isn’t the same as using & discarding. oh, i’m afraid of myself in the night my mother left. in her place to rock me to sleep are the shadows i see in the corners. i thrash & open my mouth to cry, but their dark talons keep me from screaming. their arms tight around my body, forcing me to listen to them mimic the wails of those i love. by morning’s light, they lick the sweat off my hairline. whispering in my ear that they’ve reserved yet another time to see me. oh, i’m afraid of myself in the night. the stars that once served as my kite i lost in a fistfight with the moon. i don’t have light to keep me tied down. for borrowing isn’t the same as using & discarding. oh, i’m afraid of myself in the night. |
MADISON WITTBRODT
is a writer living out in the middle of Michigan. She spends her days working towards a better self. She’s studying journalism at her local community college. She is most active on her Tumblr — Sad-Indie-Kid. |