SONNET

NO OTHER HARSH EYES SLASH THROUGH THE ROOM AND SEEMINGLY INTO MY TENDER FLESH NOT ONLY TERRIFIED, BUT OVERWHELMED BY GLOOM TEARS POUR OUT, NEVER ONCE CEASING TO BE FRESH. I SIT AND SULK, SINKING DEEPLY INTO MYSELF KNOWING, AS SHARP WORDS ARE THROWN LIKE DAGGERS, THAT I DESERVE NOTHIG MORE THAN TO COLLECT DUST, AS THE BOOKS ON THE SHELF AND I WATCH SILENTLY, AS THE FANGS THAT GLEAM COULD TRULY ONLY BE HERS SHE VANISHES, JUST AS SOON AS SHE APPEARED AND I SLIP INTO WHAT ALMOST FEELS LIKE SLUMBER I AWAKEN INSTANTLY, AT THE TAPPING ON MY LOCKED DOOR, AND ALL THAT I’VE EVER FEARED SEEMS TO RETURN, ONLY TO REMIND ME THAT MY DAYS HERE MAY BE NUMBERED I GULP DOWN MY EMOTIONS, BECAUSE NOTHING, NO ONE, AND NO OTHER COULD STRIKE THE FEAR THAT BOILS MY STOMACH AND MOVES ME SLOW AS A SLOTH, LIKE HER.