The Unfolding

Turmoil, avalanche of thoughts, bombarding my skull.

Knocking on the walls with insisting pressure.

“Ugly, silly, stupid, dependable, unlovable.”

Bullets, dipped in your own made poison, shot at point-blank range.

Sitting in the dark room, for the 10th day in a row,

Wedged in the corner to grasp the demons

It’s me, myself and the demons, yet again.

The enfolding of my life.