i love being alone
hearing my heart beat
feeling the blood
and life
a reminder
rush through my veins
a reminder
i am alive
i am me
facades down
like lifting light proof blinds on a sunny morning
facial expressions worn
unabashingly
fearlessly
to exist within myself
reading, blasting music
or simply just being
to exist within my head
free
left to my own devices
with nothing to quell the tide
thoughts rumbling
pillaging
spilling relentlessly
drowning ,
snowballing from a tepid bath
to the burn of a searing blast
of shower water turned on too fast
ideas
clashing like thunder
rolling like wind struck waves
the scabs of past mistakes
breaking fresh skin
resurfacing
bloody and sore
i hate being alone
By Hana Davis.
