Saturday Morning

April 18, 2020 /

A sickening urge came over me.

I wanted to slowly tear off my skin

And like a filthy cockroach,

Crawl out of the putrid flesh,

Scuttling off into the underworld

At the first sign of light.

**We are filled with dark, scary thoughts. When we can accept the darkness as it is, without letting it take over, we are free!