The Breaking Moon

Buried beneath the snow which endlessly melts in contact with skin seeping beneath the flesh. Between bones and organs made of flesh, I can feel them each slowly freeze over inside me. Perhaps it would be less painful if beneath the snow wasn't a bed of thorns that find ways to puncture the skin deeply. Like a flower, I can feel each thorn blossom as they mix with the blood now freely flowing. Thorns move like vines while sprouting much smaller buds of thorns while traveling through open wounds. Catching enough to cause discomfort and small bursts of pain but how many are moving through me and how many have sprouted. The words you said become a strange type of water that had a chilling edge I couldn't accept. What could I say so you would believe me but it's difficult when every word becomes sharp like a thorn. Spiraling inside as I weigh every word looking for a way out of this mess I'm certain isn't my fault.

But you listen to her whispers which become walls inside my head creating a maze I can't escape. My mind works desperately to find the words as time slows down to a crawl before me. However, it finds a door I once had locked with every mental image possible to keep it shut. A place so dark it became a home that never accused or looked at me with hate but was it truly so dark. Behind that door are my fears and substance abuse but that wasn't all sealed away. Was I in such a rush to cut myself off from it that even my mind struggles for the answers. Here I stand a place ever deeper inside my mind and then I hear a sound oh so familiar. A single word was enough to draw me in and...