The Words Are My defense
I try to hide.
Words upon words. My wall against
The fear, the longing.
Books, texts anything to keep my heart beating.
I want to cry.
I feel them, no longer pressing
but still, waiting
single file for their chance to run
I could die.
not breathing, falling in vats of ice I couldn't feel
to cold, to numb.
I turn, to what?
Another fear I've yet to drown.