all the anger in me | {briar} blitz

{ there's an army i'm finding
around your heart }

Starlight falls and I am what is left behind.

The night is cold, but at least here my demons are secrets and my skeletons may lie.

Four days without food, years of starvation, and most of the things I am seeing cannot possibly be real. It rains outside but the ground remains dry; birds still sing their songs.

I hate what I've become.

In a life without control, I found the one thing that was mine and I latched onto it with a death grip and now, here I am. I am a failed experiment in genetic coding, and maybe one day I'll find the answers, but this was not my intention. With Abraham gone, there is no one left to remind me of my sanity.

Jezebel stands in my doorway. (Real or fantasy?)

I hardly look away from my perch at the window.

"I'm not dead," I say, "But thanks for checking."