This fear that splits old wounds new is all in my head they say… but how do they know? They’ve tasted the blood from my lips after my teeth find comfort there? They’ve licked the scars my heart can’t let go of until they change from nightmares to memories to trophies? They’ve heard the words spinning through my mind like a keepsake from the flames of Hell that still burn me? The light is a warning of the war just outside my door. The people, all the people, like spotlights shining on me. I don’t want to be seen. With their eyes like weapons, I dodge each one before the judgment slices me smooth in half. The mirrors have never been kind. My own eyes are colored with self loathing. My heart deserves better than its outside package that’s never wrapped nice, but it’s trapped like me beneath the claustrophobia that has bent my spine and it’s hard to breathe most of the time. I hold my breath to suffocate the monsters, try to bring them to their knees, but I wake up beneath them once again, smothered with these wounds that fill my head with fear.