The thought of me scares you
I don’t blame you
The thought of me scares me too
The little things don’t add up
Am I on the cusp?
Or on the verge of a breakdown?
Red scorpion dangles whilst entangled in my long brunette hair
Red lips swell just as thorn from a red rose bleeds
I am angry
Not emotionally unhinged
Not unwell, not unfit, not stupid
Although you may have hoped.
Submerged thoughts pull me under
And the water
Is nothing more than a shoulder tap
Telling me to wake up.