Crescent_Moon

I like to think myself
a happy child
demure and sweet
and innocent
and wild

But days like these
sap all my joy away
and I don't think
that I can
last the day

Filled with an anger
pure hatred
loathing

if I see
you again...

no.

when I see
you again...

much better.

...will you know me?
will it have been too long?

I will always 
know you.

no length

it looms above my head
it weighs upon my shoulders
it squirms inside my chest

constantly in motion
my hands twisting at my hair
my leg bouncing quickly
everything quivering

I ball my hands into fists

I'm holding on tight
but it feels like my fingers
are slipping

The skin on my palms
is scraped and torn
leaving bloody hand prints
on the rocks

Drops of blood
fall down like rain
staining the waves below