I am
A stumbling child
With feelings caught between fingers
Sticky slippery
And spider web hair
Tripping over my laces
Learning
To embrace and not bury
Along with their names
Because when the crypts erupt
And all my dead
And all my demons
Surface for air
They choke the sanity from me
And push reason to the grave instead
As the grope for freedom and flesh
What I wouldn’t give
For some old time healing
And a resurrection
To crack this stone heart
So that I can
Breathe
©️ 2017
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 