Stone-Heart

You can hate me. I feel it, the tremours that pulse in my veins, writhing in agony. I've learned to hide, not from you, but my humanity. My humanity is losing it's grip, holding me over the waves of apathy. I enter the towers of the stone-hearted. Mourning nothing. Wanting nothing. Feeling nothing. Walking through a storm of wasps with a smile. I am not a monster born without you. My smile stretches ear to ear, retracting to the bones of my pain. A pain that nobody believes...that nobody wants to feel. So I clench my heart of stone to the webs of my anguish, so that even I dare not venture forth to reclaim it.