There is no Such Thing as Solitude
We are never alone
There is no such thing as solitude.
Falling, twisting, tumbling through a spider's web.
The skeletons in your closet whisper wicked words.
The darkness in your mind
envelopes you in its velvet embrace.
Tears that slip down your cheeks
are never wiped away.
A cold breeze
carrying haunting memories
that slits your throat
and stabs your eyes
flows through the empty void left in your mind
from where a supressed memory should have been.
A two faced creature
laughs at you in the mirror.
A demon's eye burns you alive
as it stares at you
through a hole in the wall
the exact size of a bullet.
There is no such thing as solitude.
About the Creator
Hailey Zwanzig
Hi there, it's your girl, Hails! I'm an outdoor enthusiast located in the great Pacific Northwest. I have a Goldendoodle named Dobby, I never say no to wine, I am always up for an adventure, and I'm a badass dysautonomia warrior.
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