When the darkness approaches, I turn to face it. I allow it to seep into my skin, to fill my mouth and steal the breath from my tongue. It is the only way out.
I am in it now. I thought I was creeping out, back into the center of something more solid, but I got slammed back down and all I want is to lie here and not have to be me anymore. I long to disintegrate into ashes and rise again with new eyes and less weight on my heart. In reverie, I was born to be a phoenix, but under the spikes of the day, I am a freak who burrows into the minutia of emptiness and tries to escape her skin. I am tangled in familiar threads of despair. For the moment, it is safe here.