fire in those eyes

a crisp white fire

a fire so bright

that i can’t meet that gaze

i’m far too weak,

to take that pain away

there are strata of suffering

which ___ are unaware of

_____ we don’t have words for,

nor should we

terror

hot in my veins

let me out of this flesh,

  now.

suddenly you’re not just in my head.

you have horns

you don’t sleep

you don’t want me to either

taller than i expected.

i cannot mute ______s that are not spoken with sound.

i cannot unsee

what i never chose to see.

i wrote down one fear,

and it was you.

and yet.

the primal fear

of your shadowy form

melts like ghee

in the flame of deeper horror

as i come to realize

the flame in those eyes

is the moon’s

and in mine,

the sun’s.

sometimes echoes only get louder.