Journal

Bands of steel wrap my chest, compressing me.
A lead vest that’s no longer armor, simply weight to drag me further down.
When did my defenses become prison walls?

***

This beehive in my chest, buzzing under my skin.
My bones vibrate and hum.
Let me tremble.
Crumble to dust and release the swarm.

***

Wrapped in a dark embrace,
fangs at my neck and heated growl in my ear.
Breathe shuddering, I gasp as heat licks my skin.
Molten and burning, my bones ache.

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