​Voices
Megan
I have no pride, I have no shame
Cold and lucid you are my dream
I can not see my mistake
I only see you
Fixate on your eye, its you it’s always been you
You breath life into my illness, I penetrate

Like a forgotten ancient god
That remains hidden, rotten
Diseased at the core
Unleashed, set free

A poet hiding in the shadows of inspiration
(then I remember)
Dull footfalls from the halls
Step into the cold wet street

Megan…