Fear Made Me Her Bitch

Fear dug her clean, cool, infected claws into me
piercing my bones
calming me
claiming me.

Fear whispered tickling sighs of promises
(shadows of doubts, into my ear
that I would not notice until I was already hypnotized)
playing lovingly with my hair
letting me hope hopelessly
that she would let me go.

When Fear kissed my skin
she crept into my veins
(an unwelcome siren swimming in my blood)
I felt my soul begin to crumble
and she licked the pieces teasingly
before she began to gobble me up.

I tried to escape Fear
I whimpered and pleaded at her feet
but she had no interest in what I really felt
and she shut me up with a slap of panic
which in turn infected me.

I could not sleep through the night with Fear
I felt myself curling up like a rollie pollie
never to be seen or heard from again.

I craved for the promises Fear had broken to me
and my lullaby was her wicked laughter
her softly stroking nails.

Fear made me her bitch
and smiled the whole way through
not caring when I cried
not minding when I wanted to die
not acknowledging my shaking heart
as she sucked me dry.

Fear is a bitch
and someday I will smile as I kill her
not caring when she cries
laughing when I watch her die
not thinking of anything but my trembling heart
free from her at last.