Humans

Humans scare me at the centre of my heart. They leave me trembling between my skin and flesh. With a wrinkled nose and the feeling of error running through my veins.

I have never found the corner in which to cover myself and have a breath. They leave me with three red lines on the arms and abused lungs.

I fear them in the sense that they walk outside the clock handles and my stomach knots to die without them. However, I have been told that even heaven and hell drown in them and my bones rot to disappear from the monsters under the bed.

T.A.