Fairley Lloyd

What Scares Me the Most



is not witches or ghosts but the demon nearby the being that resides

Deep in my soul
the darkness is too much I cannot bear it
Too dangerous to touch

Slithers my chest Messes with my head Relishes in all sins Now I am dead

“Kill them all,” it says, they don’t deserve life. Everyone is worthless They all deserve to die.”

It turns on me,
laughs at my pain exposes my flaws everything I did wrong

“You’ll never be good, and you’ll never be great. All you’ll ever be
is one big mistake.”

We all have darkness our own forbidden kiss But mine haunts forever and will it end, ever?

Prism

happiness,
what is it
but a moment we try to capture

instead of listening, quiet,
to the sounds of fear, sadness, and agony?

covered in violet
the silk of your skin head high,
cheeks raised
regal is your name

a burst of green
your spotlight everywhere the universe is blinded
by the sheer light of it

as high as orange
you dance across the rooftops, fly into the night,
taste the ecstasy

you shine bright yellow, illustrating
an illusion
of bliss

instead,
you feel this:

violent indigo
strikes your heart
all pain, no pleasure shattered permanently

red,
tear-stained eyes the intensity
of the heat

i

can’t

breathe

blue,
the color of your eyes black,
and blue

beats you up

happiness,
what is it
but a moment we try to capture

instead of listening, quiet,
to the sounds of fear, sadness, and agony?