Paranoia Never Retires When You’re Blind

A nocturnal songster whistles through the air.

I cut off my own ears in hope of some silence

but the torrent of white noise, with the piercing chorus, still rattles.

.

I thought that the bitter shower would wash away

the trodden paths in my mind.

Scalp-scratching and scouring my skin crimson -so raw- to strip the stress.

Terror bleeding from my skull and contouring my fragile frame,

flushed through the plug-hole.

.

Feeling frozen, I trembled into bed.

The thin fold of skin scratched my dry eyes

and the scars on my cornea altered an ugly collage

into something much more cursed.

A faceless shadow crawled across the ceiling

to laugh in the face of anxiety.

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2 responses to “Paranoia Never Retires When You’re Blind

  1. You’re imagery is always so strong. Love those first two lines, they are a story on their own 😌

    • Thank you so much, your comment means a lot to me. I feel as though I could have made another verse describing the creatur but I thought leaving it might add to the mystery- all up to interpretation! 😇x

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