12/19/2017
I have something
buried in me,
so deep, so dark,
it screams to see
the light of day, but
will never get the
chance. I've tried to
smother it, shut it
out, in hopes it would
die, but this something
doesn't feed on oxygen,
it feeds on insecurity
and doubt. And so it
grows and strengthens
like a hurricane over
the warm ocean waters,
barreling towards land,
ready to destroy all it
comes in contact with,
the way it destroys me
from the inside out.
Buried
by Alex Hanna ·