They come at me,
those with their slanderous looks and jagged words.
They pierce me to the bone.
The blood pours without trace until I feel the world darkening around me.
The emptiness of anger filling my being as I retreat to that secret hiding place of echoes.
They overwhealm me,
causing my vision to blur as I feel the ache from within bury its rugged blade into the pit of my being.
Curled up as a little child as the visions of all the years come flooding by.
