Bearing down on the ground

her tired feet flattened,


under the weight of it all;

of the winding in her core— building,

before flooding her parted lips,

after having quickened,

ignited, and finished tearing through

her insides.

Smoke billowed out,

a dense cloud formed over head,

all of her madness — cast in the

dreary undertones of her worry

rained down, drenching her

as it did every time before;

It was a vicious cycle,

keeping all the monsters at bay,

intent on taking a bite out of her


Little by little,

her own self loathing ate away

at her soul.


©️ Heather Lynn Matthews



Photo Credit: Photo by Bernard on Unsplash